Девять рассказов

           "CertainlyI’mweak!CertainlyI’mweak!Goddamnit,IknowwhetherI’mweakornot!IfIweren’tweak,youdon’tthinkI’d’veleteverythinggetall—Aah,what’stheuseatalking?CertainlyI’mweak...God,I’mkeepingyouawakeallnight.Whydon’tyouhangthehelluponme?Imeanit.Hanguponme."

           "I’mnotgoingtohanguponyou,Arthur.I’dliketohelpyou,ifit’shumanlypossible,"thegray-hairedmansaid."Actually,you’reyourownworst—"

           "Shedoesn’trespectme.Shedoesn’tevenloveme,forGod’ssake.Basically—inthelastanalysis—Idon’tloveheranymore,either.Idon’tknow.IdoandIdon’t.Itvaries.Itfluctuates.Christ!EverytimeIgetallsettoputmyfootdown,wehavedinnerout,forsomereason,andImeethersomewhereandshecomesinwiththesegoddamwhiteglovesonorsomething.Idon’tknow.OrIstartthinkingaboutthefirsttimewedroveuptoNewHavenforthePrincetongame.WehadaflatrightafterwegotofftheParkway,anditwascoldashell,andsheheldtheflashlightwhileIfixedthegoddamthing—YouknowwhatImean.Idon’tknow.OrIstartthinkingabout—Christ,it’sembarrassing—IstartthinkingaboutthisgoddampoemIsentherwhenwefirststartedgoin’aroundtogether.`Rosemycoloris.andwhite,Prettymouthandgreenmyeyes.’Christ,it’sembarrassing—itusedtoremindmeofher.Shedoesn’thavegreeneyes—shehaseyeslikegoddamseashells,forChrissake—butitremindedmeanyway...Idon’tknow.