Коллекционер
Chapter 2
Thenshesaid,doesn’titterrifyyou?
Notmorethansomanyotherthings.
I’mserious.IfyoumarriedhimI’dneverspeaktoyouagain.
Andshewasserious.Thatveryquickgreyshylooksheputson,likealittlelance.Igotupandkissedheronthewayupandwenttomeettheboys.Andshesatthere,stilllookingdownatthesand.
We’rebothterriblelookers-through.Wecan’thelpit.Butshe’salwayssaid,Ibelievethis,Ishallactlikethis.It’sgottobesomeoneyouatleastfeelisyourequal,whocanlookthroughaswellasyou.Andthebodything’salwaysgottobesecond.AndI’vealwayssecretlythought,Carmenwillbeanotherspinster.It’stoocomplicatedforsetideas.
ButnowIthinkofG.P.andIcomparehimtoPiers.AndPiershasgotnothingonhisside.Justagoldenbodythrowingstonesaimlesslyintothesea.
November5th
Igavehimhelltonight.
Istartedthrowingthingsaroundupstairs.Firstcushionsandthenplates.I’vebeenlongingtobreakthem.
ButIwasbeastly,really.Spoilt.Hesuffereditall.He’ssoweak.Heoughttohaveslappedmeacrosstheface.
Hedidcatchholdofme,tostopmebreakinganotherofhiswretchedplates.Wesorarelytouch.Ihatedit.Itwaslikeicywater.
Ilecturedhim.Itoldhimallabouthimselfandwhatheoughttodoinlife.Buthedoesn’tlisten.Helikesmetotalkabouthim.Itdoesn’tmatterwhatIsay.
Iwon’twriteanymore.I’mreadingSenseandSensibilityandImustfindoutwhathappenstoMarianne.
