"Whitley - Strieber - The Wild" - читать интересную книгу автора (Strieber Whitley)

"Oh, come on, Cindy, can't you feel the anger? What about that wolf? You can feel his anger."

"Maybe I'm not sensitive enough for it to matter. After all, I'm not a poet."
How he hated that word. He suspected that it had been invented for the specific purpose of being
applied to those whom it would trap. Cindy read his poetry, and now also Kevin. "It's good, Dad. It's
real."

Cindy might add: "Couldn't it be a bit less sad? What about the beauties of the world?"

"At Auschwitz Dr. Mengele used to issue what he called 'standing orders.' He and his henchmen would
stand on the chests of prisoners until they died."

"That isn't the answer I expected, at least I'll say that for it. What if they lay there looking at the sky,
looking past the men destroying them? The sky is made for joy."

"Romantic nonsense."

"It's what I would have done."

"Fatuous. The agony was too great."

"Damn you, Bob, your ego's always in the way. That's the reason your poems don't get published, you're
too proud of them, and it shows."

He threw his head back and stared into the sky. He imagined the feet on his chest, the boots slowly
collapsing his ribs, the click of the man's lighter mesmerizing him, the glow of his cigarette against the
pearl-blue evening of Auschwitz.

He stared up into the belly of a passing airliner, whose roar mingled with voices and the smack of eating
mouths, and the cries of the animals.

Inevitably, he looked back at the wolf.

It had never stopped watching him. He decided that there is no such thing as a human being who is not
terrified of the wild. His wife's body touched him. Her hand still lay in his. Their love was so profound
that there was nothing to be said about it. Anything could transpire between them, any anger, any hate,
any outrage, and it would not matter to this love, which was like blood, like breath, more a part of the
body than of the mind. Sometimes he knelt before her at night, and she drew him down into her cavern.
Once she had said, "You cannot survive without me. I have become myth for you."

The ecstasy of love is what transmits human feelings. Without it children cannot be truly human. If Adam
and Eve had not fallen in love after their first child, humanity would have ended with them, for Abel like
his brother would have been a beast.

"Don't keep tilting your head back like that. You look like you're having a seizure of some kind."

"I want to look at the sky."

"The pigeons are aiming for your mouth."