Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           ThenextdayhewenttoFifthAvenueandThirty-fourthStreetandstaredupattheEmpireStateBuilding.Hetookthetourtothetopandstudiedthecity.

           "WhichwayisBrooklyn?"heaskedthetourguide.

           Shepointed."Overthere.Youcanseethethreebridges—theWilliamsburg,theManhattanandtheBrooklynBridge.""That’swhereI’mgoingnext,"hesaid.

           Hetooktheelevatordown,hailedacabandsaid,"TakemetotheBrooklynBridge."

           "TheBrooklynBridge?"

           Philipflunghisduffelbaginside."That’swhatIsaid."

           "Yougonnajumpoffitorbuyit?"thedriverasked.

           "Fuckyou,doc.Justdriveandsavethesmart-assjokesfortheout-of-towners."

           ThedriverlethimoutatthebridgeandPhilipstartedwalkingacrossit.Therewasacoolbreezeandhefeltgood,butwhenhereachedthehalfwaypoint,hestoppedandlookeddown.Allthatwater.God,itwasbeautiful.Suddenlyhefeltverydepressed.Hedidn’tknowwhy,butinthemiddleofthisbeautifulbridgehefeltsodownhecouldn’tgoon.HeslunghisduffelbagoverhisshoulderandturnedbacktowardManhattan.

           Hisdepressiongrewdeeper.HerehewasinNewYorkandnothavingagoodtime.Therewassomethinghehadtosee,someplacehehadtofind,buthedidn’tknowwhatorwhereitwas.