Коллекционер
Chapter 1
"Youdon’tevenshareit.Whoseesthese?You’relikeamiser,youhoardupallthebeautyinthesedrawers."
Iwasreallyverydisappointed,Ithoughtallhertalkwasverysilly.Whatdifferencewouldadozenspecimensmaketoaspecies?
"Ihatescientists,"shesaid."Ihatepeoplewhocollectthings,andclassifythingsandgivethemnamesandthenforgetallaboutthem.That’swhatpeoplearealwaysdoinginart.Theycallapainteranimpressionistoracubistorsomethingandthentheyputhiminadraweranddon’tseehimasalivingindividualpainteranymore.ButIcanseethey’rebeautifullyarranged."
Shewastryingtobeniceagain.
ThenextthingIsaidwas,Idophotographytoo.
Ihadsomepicturesofthewoodsbehindthehouse,andsomeoftheseacomingoverthewallatSeaford,reallyniceones,Ienlargedthemmyself.Iputthemoutonthetablewhereshecouldseethem.
Shelookedatthem,shedidn’tsayanything.
They’renotmuch,Isaid.Ihaven’tbeendoingitlong.
"They’redead,"Shegavemeafunnylooksideways."Nottheseparticularly.Allphotos.Whenyoudrawsomethingitlivesandwhenyouphotographititdies."
It’slikearecord,Isaid.
"Yes.Alldryanddead."WellIwasgoingtoargue,butshewenton,shesaid,"Theseareclever.They’regoodphotographsasphotographsgo."
