"Fear and Loathing in Elko" - читать интересную книгу автора (Thompson Hunter S)

Answer is our Fate.... and the story I am about to tell you is
horrible, Jann.

I came suddenly awake, weeping and jabbering and laughing like a
loon at the ghost on my TV set....Judge Clarence Thomas....Yes, I knew
him. But that was a long time ago. Many years, in fact, but I still
remember it vividly....Indeed, it has haunted me like a Golem, day and
night, for many years.

It seemed normal enough, at the time, just another weird rainy night
out there on the high desert....What the Hell? We were younger, then.
Me and the Judge. And all the others, for that matter....It was a
Different Time. People were friendly. We trusted each other. Hell, you
afford to get mixed up with wild strangers in those days -- without
fearing for your life, or your eyes, or your organs, or all of your
money or even getting locked up in prison forever. There was a sense
of possibility. People were not so afraid, as they are now.

You could run around naked without getting shot. You could check
into a motel in Winnemucca or Elko when you were lost in a midnight
rainstorm -- and nobody called the police on you, just to check out
your credit and your employment history and your medical records and
how many parking tickets you owed in California.

There were Laws, but they were not feared. There were Rules, but
they were not worshiped....like Laws and Rules and Cops and Informants
are feared and worshiped today.

Like I said: It was a different time. And I know the Judge would
tell you the same thing, tonight, if he wanted to tell you the Truth,
like I do.

The first time I actually met the Judge was a long time ago, for
strange reasons, on a dark and rainy night in Elko, Nevada, when we
both ended up in the same sleazy roadside Motel, for no good reason at
all....Good God! What a night!

I almost forgot about it, until I saw him last week on TV....and
then I saw it all over again. The horror! The horror! That night when
the road washed out and we all got stuck out there -- somewhere near
Elko in a place just off the highway, called Endicott's Motel -- and
we almost went really Crazy.


Yours,
HST


P.S. And, speaking of crazy, take a look at this riff on the Judge and
Sexual Harassment that I received yesterday from that brute who runs