Нагой обед [Naked Lunch] - Берроуз Уильям Сьюард 17 стр.


HedroppedapillofpaperintoCarl'shand.His

dirty fingers, shiny over the dirt, rested on Carl's sleeve.

"There is the matter of my fee."

Carlslippedhimawaddedbanknote...andthe

doctorfadedintothegreytwilight, seedyand furtive

as an old junky.

CarlsawJoselitoin abig cleanroom fullof light,

withprivatebathandconcretebalcony.Andnothing

totalkaboutthereinthecoldemptyroom,water

hyacinthsgrowinginayellowbowlandtheChina

blueskyand driftingclouds, fearflickering inand out

ofhiseyes.Whenhesmiledthefearflewawayin

littlepieces oflight, lurkedenigmatically inthe high

coolcornersofthe room.And whatcould Isay feeling

deatharoundme,andthelittlebrokenimagesthat

come before sleep, there in the mind?

"Theywillsendmetothenewsanitariumtomorrow.

Come and visit me. I will be there alone."

He coughed and took a codeineeta.

"DoctorIunderstand,thatisIhavebeengiven to

understand,Ihavereadandheard --not amedical man

myself--don'tpretendto be-thatthe conceptof sani-

tariumtreatmenthasbeenmoreorlesssupplanted,

oratleastverydefinitelysupplemented,bychemical

therapy.Isthis accuratein youropinion? WhatI mean

to say is, Doctor, please tell me in all sincerity,as one

humanbeingto another,what isyour opinionof chemi-

cal versus sanitarium therapy? Are you a partisan?"

Thedoctor'sliversickIndianfacewas blankas a

dealer's.

"Completelymodern,asyoucansee,"hegestures

towardtheroomwiththepurplefingers ofbad circu-

lation."Bath...water...flowers.Thelot."Hefin-

ishedinCockneyEnglishwithatriumphantsmirk.

"I will write for you a letter."

"This letter? For the sanitarium?"

Thedoctorwasspeakingfromaland ofblack rocks

andgreat,iridescentbrownlagoons."The furniture...

modern and comfortable. You find it so of course?"

Carlcouldnotseethesanitariumowing toa false

frontofgreen stuccotopped byan intricateneon sign

dead and sinisteragainst thesky, waitingfor darkness.

Thesanitariumwasevidentlybuiltonagreatlime-

stonepromontory,overwhichfloweringtreesand vine

tendrilsbrokeinwaves.

Thesmellofflowerswas

heavy in the air.

Thecommandantesatatalongwoodentrestle under

avinetrellis.Hewasdoingabsolutelynothing.He

tooktheletterthatCarlhandedhimandwhispered

throughit,readinghislipswiththelefthand. He

stuck the letter on a spike over atoilet. Hebegan tran-

scribingfrom aledger fullof numbers.He wroteon and

on.

BrokenimagesexplodedsoftlyinCarl'shead, and

he was movingout ofhimself ina silentswoop. Clear

and sharp from agreat distancehe sawhimself sitting

inalunchroom.Overdoseof H.His oldlady shaking

him and holding hot coffee under his nose.

OutsideanoldjunkyinSantaClaussuit selling

Christmasseals. "Fighttuberculosis, folks,"he whis-

persinhisdisembodied,junky voice.Salvation Army

choirofsincere,homosexualfootballcoaches sings:

"In the Sweet Bye and Bye."

Carldrifted backinto hisbody, anearthbound junk

ghost.

"I could bribe him, of course."

Thecommandantetapsthetablewithonefinger

andhums"ComingThroughtheRye."Faraway,then

urgently near like afoghorn asplit secondbefore the

grinding crash.

Carl pulled a note half outof histrouser pocket....

Thecommandantewasstandingbyavastpanelof

lockersanddepositboxes.HelookedatCarl, sick

animaleyes goneout, dyinginside, hopelessfear re-

flecting the face of death. In the smell of flowers a note

half out of his pocket, theweakness hitCarl, shutting

ofhis breath,stopping hisblood. Hewas ina great

cone spinning down to a black point.

"Chemicaltherapy?" Thescream shotout ofhis flesh

throughemptylocker roomsand barracks,musty resort

hotels, andspectral, coughingcorridors ofT,B. sani-

tariums,themuttering,hawking, greydishwater smell

offlophousesandOldMen'sHomes, great,dusty cus-

tomshedsandwarehouses,throughbrokenporticoes

andsmearedarabesques,ironurinals wornpaper thin

by the urineof amillion fairies,deserted weed-grown

privies with a musty smellof shitturning backto the

soil, erect wooden phallus on the grave ofdying peoples

plaintive as leaves in the wind,across thegreat brown

river wherewhole treesfloat withgreen snakesin the

branchesand sad-eyedlemurs watchthe shoreout over

a vast plain(vulture wingshusk inthe dryair). The

wayisstrewnwithbrokencondomsand emptyH caps

andK.

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