"Roger Zelazny - Divine Madness" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

Then they went inside to sit awhile and stare at the closed casket. Then
they left, until he was alone with the funeral director.
Then he was alone with himself.
The tears ran up his cheeks.
His shirt and suit were crisp and unwrinkled again.
He backed home, undressed, uncombed his hair. The day collapsed around
him into morning, and he returned to bed to unsleep another night.

The previous evening, when he awakened, he realized where he was
headed.
Twice, he exerted all of his will power in an attempt to interrupt the
sequence of events. He failed.
He wanted to die. If he had killed himself that day, he would not be
headed back toward it now.
There were tears within his mind as he realized the past which lay less
than twenty-four hours before him.
The past stalked him that day as he unnegotiated the purchase of the
casket, the vault, the accessories.
Then he headed home into the biggest hangover of all and slept until he
was awakened to undrink drink after drink and then return to the morgue and
come back in time to hang up the telephone on that call, that call which had
come to break...
...The silence of his anger with its ringing.
She was dead.
She was lying somewhere in the fragments of her car on Interstate 90
now.
As he paced, unsmoking, he knew she was lying there bleeding.
...Then dying, after that crash at 80 miles an hour.
...Then alive?
Then re-formed, along with the car, and alive again, arisen? Even now
backing home at terrible speed, to re-slam the door on their final argument?
To unscream at him and to be unscreamed at?
He cried out within his mind. He wrung the hands of his spirit.
It couldn't stop at this point. No. Not now.
All his grief and his love and his self-hate had brought him back this
far, this near to the moment...
It _<├Й>couldn't_ end now.
After a time, he moved to the living room, his legs pacing, his lips
cursing, himself waiting.

The door slammed open.
She stared at him, her mascara smeared, tears upon her cheeks.
"!hell to go Then," he said.
"!going I'm," she said.
She stepped back inside, closed the door.
She hung her coat hurriedly in the hall closet.
".it about feel you way the that's If," he said shrugging.
"!yourself but anybody about care don't You," she said.
"!child a like behaving You're," he said.
"!sorry you're say least at could You"