Коллекционер
Chapter 2
Theycanneverkeeptheintelligentoneswiththem.Especiallytheyoungones.WewantsomethingbetterthanjustmoneyandkeepingupwiththeJoneses.
Butit’sabattle.It’slikebeinginacityandbeingbesieged.They’reallaround.Andwe’vegottoholdout.
It’sabattlebetweenCalibanandmyself.HeistheNewPeopleandIamtheFew.
Imustfightwithmyweapons.Nothis.Notselfishnessandbrutalityandshameandresentment.
He’sworsethantheArthurSeatonkind.
IfArthurSeatonsawamodernstatuehedidn’tlike,he’dsmashit.ButCalibanwoulddrapeatarpaulinroundit.Idon’tknowwhichisworse.ButIthinkCaliban’swayis.
November24th
I’mgettingdesperatetoescape.Ican’tgetanyrelieffromdrawingorplayingrecordsorreading.TheburningburningneedIhave(allprisonersmusthave)isforotherpeople.Calibanisonlyhalfapersonatthebestoftimes.Iwanttoseedozensanddozensofstrangefaces.Likebeingterriblythirstyandgulpingdownglassafterglassofwater.Exactlylikethat.Ireadoncethatnobodycanstandmorethantenyearsinprison,ormorethanoneyearofsolitaryconfinement.
Onejustcan’timaginewhatprisonislikefromoutside.Youthink,well,there’dbelotsoftimetothinkandread,itwouldn’tbetoobad.Butitistoobad.It’stheslownessoftime.I’llswearalltheclocksintheworldhavegonecenturiesslowersinceIcamehere.
Ishouldn’tcomplain.Thisisaluxuryprison.
