"Nancy Springer - Transendence" - читать интересную книгу автора (Springer Nancy)

addition to glandular problems. No wonder you are a recluse. Thank you very,
very much for letting me visit you after all.

You claim to be ugly in body and soul. I guess it is sort of a cliche that
people who come in unattractive packages should hide good things inside, and I
can't blame you for bucking the stereotype, trying to be negative and cynical
and old and tired when you are really not much older than I am. But I'm not
buying any of it. I am sure there is a wonderful idealistic dreamer somewhere
deep inside you, wanting to make things happen, wanting to change the world. I
am sure your poetry is more true to the real Charsalon Tier than your crusty
mannerisms are.

May I come again? Dinner next time. If you don't want to be seen in a
restaurant, we'll send out for Chinese or something.
Very best regards,
Jeremy

Dear Jeremy,

You are wrong, wrong, wrong about me! The "crusty mannerisms" are not packaging;
the poetry is. Get this: nastiness = reality, poetry = fairytale, okay? It's all
PR, don't you see? I have built myself a palace of poetry, all mirrors and
fountains and fancy lighting and special effects, and I myself am the monster
who hides "deep inside," to use your youthful excavation imagery. You have
penetrated my palace, and the lumpen freak-face you see is what you get. You
have found, in its entirety, the misshapen prize in the crackerjack box.
Congratulations.

You say you find my honesty refreshing, but you have not heard so much honesty
from me yet as spleen. I called you a milk-drinking sophomore, when you are a
damned lovely young animal and you know it, don't you? Wide wise hazel eyes, for
God's sake. Fawn-golden faun-soft skin over those austere cheekbones. Innocent
sensual mouth. Muscle. Shoulders. Sweet yielding smile. Where the hell did you
come from? I didn't think they made them like you anymore, old-fashioned
beautiful idealistic kids who write letters.

It beats me why physical beauty bears so much weight in the universe anyway, but
it does. I see it, and my heart turns over. So be it.

You ask if you can come see me again. Last time I told you not to, and you came
anyway. This time I am going to tell you yes, by all means, come see me, and
maybe that will keep you away.

Chavadon

Dear Chavadon,

Dinner was excellent. Thank you. I had never experienced home-delivery French
before. It was memorable. You seem to think I am doing you a favor by spending
time with you, like I'd be fighting off hoardes of panting coeds otherwise.