Нагой обед [Naked Lunch] - Берроуз Уильям Сьюард страница 6.

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night table litter of candyboxes, cigarettebutts cas-

cading out of three ashtrays,mosaic ofsleepless nights

and sudden food needsof thekicking addictnursing his

baby flesh....

TheVigilanteisprosecutedinFederalCourt under

a lynchbill andwinds upin aFederal NutHouse spe-

cially designedfor thecontainment ofghosts: precise,

prosaicimpactofobjects...washstand...door...

toilet...bars...therethey are...this isit... all

linescut...nothingbeyond...DeadEnd...Andthe

Dead End in every face....

Thephysicalchangeswere slowat first,then jumped

forward in black chunks, fallingthrough hisslack tissue,

washingawaythe humanlines.... Inhis placeof total

darknessmouthandeyesare oneorgan thatleaps for-

wardtosnapwithtransparentteeth...butnoorgan

is constant as regards eitherfunction orposition... sex

organssproutanywhere...rectumsopen,defecateand

close...theentireorganismchangescolorandcon-

sistency in split-second adjustments....

The Rube isa socialliability withhis attacksas he

callsthem.TheMarkInsidewascominguponhim

andthat'sa rumblenobody cancool; outsidePhilly he

jumpsouttoconaprowlcar andthe fuzztakes one

look at his face and bust all of us.

Seventy-twohoursandfivesickjunkies inthe cell

with us. Now notwishing tobreak outmy stashin front

of these hungrycoolies, ittakes maneuveringand laying

of gold on the turnkey before we are in a separate cell.

Providentjunkies,knownassquirrels,keepstashes

against a bust. Every time I take a shot I let afew drops

fall into my vest pocket, the lining is stiff with stuff. I

had a plasticdropper inmy shoeand asafety-pin stuck

inmybelt.You knowhow thispin anddropper routine

isput down:"She seizeda safetypin cakedwith blood

andrust,gougeda greathole inher legwhich seemed

tohangopenlikeanobscene, festeringmouth waiting

forunspeakablecongresswiththedropperwhichshe

nowplungedoutofsightintothegapingwound. But

herhideousgalvanizedneed(hungerof insectsin dry

places)has brokenthe dropperoff deepin theflesh of

her ravagedthigh (lookingrather likea posteron soil

erosion).Butwhatdoesshecare?She doesnot even

botherto removethe splinteredglass, lookingdown at

herbloodyhaunchwith thecold blankeyes ofa meat

trader.

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