Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Whydoyoukeeponusingthesestupidwords—nasty,nice,proper,right?Whyareyousoworriedaboutwhat’sproper?You’relikealittleoldmaidwhothinksmarriageisdirtyandeverythingexceptcupsofweakteainastuffyoldroomisdirty.Whydoyoutakeallthelifeoutoflife?Whydoyoukillallthebeauty?"
Ineverhadyouradvantages.That’swhy.
"Youcanchange,you’reyoung,you’vegotmoney.Youcanlearn.Andwhathaveyoudone?You’vehadalittledream,thesortofdreamIsupposelittleboyshaveandmasturbateabout,andyoufalloveryourselfbeingnicetomesothatyouwon’thavetoadmittoyourselfthatthewholebusinessofmybeinghereisnasty,nasty,nasty—"
Shestoppedsuddenthen."Thisisnogood,"shesaid."ImightbetalkingGreek."
Iunderstand,Isaid.I’mnoteducated.
Shealmostshouted."You’resostupid.Perverse."
"Youhavemoney—asamatteroffact,youaren’tstupid,youcouldbecomewhateveryouliked.Onlyyou’vegottoshakeoffthepast.You’vegottokillyourauntandthehouseyoulivedinandthepeopleyoulivedwith.You’vegottobeanewhumanbeing."
Shesortofpushedoutherfaceatme,asifitwassomethingeasyIcoulddo,butwouldn’t.
Somehope,Isaid.
"Lookwhatyoucoulddo.Youcould...youcouldcollectpictures.I’dtellyouwhattolookfor,I’dintroduceyoutopeoplewhowouldtellyouaboutart-collecting.Thinkofallthepoorartistsyoucouldhelp.
