Коллекционер
Chapter 2
SoIshallhavefourorfivehours(unlesshecheatsanddoesn’tgetallI’veasked,buthe’sneverfailedbefore).
IfeltsorryforCalibanthisevening.HewillsufferwhenIamgone.Therewillbenothingleft.He’llbealonewithallhissexneurosisandhisclassneurosisandhisuselessnessandhisemptiness.He’saskedforit.I’mnotreallysorry.ButI’mnotabsolutelyunsorry.
November4th
Icouldn’twriteyesterday.Toofedup.
Iwassostupid.Igothimawayallyesterday.Ihadhourstoescape.ButIneverreallythoughtoftheproblems.Isawmyselfscoopingouthandfulsofsoftloamyearth.Thenailwasuseless,itwouldn’tdigthecementproperly.Ithoughtitwouldcrumbleaway.Itwasterriblyhard.Itookhourstogetonestoneout.Therewasn’tearthbehind,butanotherstone,abiggerone,chalk,andIcouldn’tevenfindwhereitsedgewas.Igotanotherstoneoutofthewall,butitdidn’thelp.Therewasthesamehugestonebehind.Ibegantogetdesperate,Isawthetunnelwasnogood.Ihitviolentlyatthedoor,Itriedtoforceitwiththenail,andmanagedtohurtmyhand.That’sall.AllIhadattheendwasasorehandandbrokenfingernails.
I’mjustnotstrongenough,withouttools.Evenwithtools.
IntheendIputthestonesbackandpowdered(aswellasIcould)thecementandmixeditwithwaterandtalcumpowdertocamouflagethehole.
