Американские боги
Chapter 8
Hisshadowonthewallwasstretchedandbird-like,andasthewhiskeyflowedShadowimaginedittheheadofahugewaterfowl,beaklongandcurved,anditwassomewhereinthemiddleofthesecondglassthatMadSweeneyhimselfbegantothrowbothdetailsandirrelevanciesintoIbis’snarrative("…suchagirlshewas,withbreastscream-coloredandspackledwithfreckles,withthetipsofthemtherichreddishpinkofthesunriseonadaywhenit’llbebucketingdownbeforenoonbutgloriousagainbysupper…")andthenSweeneywastrying,withbothhands,toexplainthehistoryofthegodsinIreland,waveafterwaveofthemastheycameinfromGaulandfromSpainandfromeverydamnplace,eachwaveofthemtransformingthelastgodsintotrollsandfairiesandeverydamncreatureuntilHolyMotherChurchherselfarrivedandeverygodinIrelandwastransformedintoafairyorasaintoradeadkingwithoutsomuchasaby-your-leave…Mr.Ibispolishedhisgold-rimmedspectaclesandexplained—enunciatingevenmoreclearlyandpreciselythanusual,soShadowknewhewasdrunk(hiswordsandthesweatthatbeadedonhisforeheadinthatchillyhouseweretheonlyindicationsofthis)—withforefingerwagging,explainedthathewasanartistandthathistalesshouldnotbeseenasliteralconstructsbutasimaginativere-creations,truerthanthetruth,andMadSweeneysaid,"I’llshowyouanimaginativere-creation,myfistimaginativelyre-creatingyourfuckenfaceforstarters,"andMr.
