Коллекционер
Chapter 2
Iknewatoncebyhistonethathemeant—"andIdon’tthinkmuchofit."
Ifeelawake,I’lldoadialogue.
M.Well?
C.Idon’tseemuchpointinit.
M.Yourealizethisisoneofthemostbrilliantstudiesofadolescenceeverwritten?
C.Hesoundsamesstome.
M.Ofcoursehe’samess.Butherealizeshe’samess,hetriestoexpresswhathefeels,he’sahumanbeingforallhisfaults.Don’tyouevenfeelsorryforhim?
C.Idon’tlikethewayhetalks.
M.Idon’tlikethewayyoutalk.ButIdon’ttreatyouasbelowanyseriousnoticeorsympathy.
C.Isupposeit’sveryclever.Towritelikethatandall.
M.IgaveyouthatbooktoreadbecauseIthoughtyouwouldfeelidentifiedwithhim.You’reaHoldenCaulfield.Hedoesn’tfitanywhereandyoudon’t.
C.Idon’twonder,thewayhegoeson.Hedoesn’ttrytofit.
M.Hetriestoconstructsomesortofrealityinhislife,somesortofdecency.
C.It’snotrealistic.Goingtoaposhschoolandhisparentshavingmoney.Hewouldn’tbehavelikethat.Inmyopinion.
M.Iknowwhatyouare.You’retheOldManoftheSea.
C.Who’she?
M.ThehorridoldmanSinbadhadtocarryonhisback.That’swhatyouare.Yougetonthebackofeverythingvital,everythingtryingtobehonestandfree,andyoubearitdown.
Iwon’tgoon.Weargued—no,wedon’targue,Isaythingsandhetriestowriggleoutofthem.
It’strue.HeistheOldManoftheSea.
