Коллекционер
Chapter 2
ButIstillhatehim.
WithCalibanit’sasifsomebodymadehimdrinkawholebottleofwhisky.Hecan’ttakeit.Theonlythingthatkepthimdecentbeforewasbeingpoor.Beingstucktooneplaceandonejob.
It’slikeputtingablindmaninafastcarandtellinghimtodrivewhereandhowhelikes.
Anicethingtoendwith.TheBachrecordcametoday,I’veplayedittwicealready.Calibansaiditwasnice,buthewasn’t"musical."However,hesatwiththerightsortofexpressiononhisface.I’mgoingtoplaythepartsIlikeagain.I’mgoingtolieinbedinthedarknessandthemusicandthinkI’mwithG.P.andhe’slyingovertherewithhiseyesshutandhispittedcheekandhisJew’snose;asifhewasonhisowntomb.Onlythere’snothingofdeathinhim.
Evenso.ThiseveningCalibanwaslatecomingdown.
Where’veyoubeen,Isnappedathim.Hejustlookedsurprised,saidnothing.Isaid,youseemsolate.
Ridiculous.Iwantedhimtocome.Ioftenwanthimtocome.I’maslonelyasthat.
November10th
Wehadanargumentthiseveningabouthismoney.Isaidheoughttogivemostofitaway.Itriedtoshamehimintogivingsomeaway.Buthewon’ttrustanything.That’swhat’sreallywrongwithhim.LikemymaninHampstead,hedoesn’ttrustpeopletocollectmoneyanduseitforthepurposetheysaytheywill.Hethinkseveryoneiscorrupt,everyonetriestogetmoneyandkeepit.
It’snogoodmysayingIknowit’susedfortherightpurpose.
