"Barry Longyear - Dark Corners" - читать интересную книгу автора (Longyear Barry)

mechanism. If the past can’t be remembered, it doesn’t exist? If it doesn’t exist, then you didn’t do it. But
to chop out that piece of reality you’ve lost your entire past.”

What he says sounds stupid. I write it down here for the whole world to see. It’s stupid, what the doctor
says.

Everybody knows why I can’t remember. I didn’t write it down.

His office is shabby. He doesn’t even hang up his diplomas and certificates. The way his office looks says
to me that even he doesn’t like it there. Everything looks like it was reclaimed from the Salvation Army
before it could be repaired. Even the doctor looks bald, threadbare, worn out.

All he has left now are eyes.

Eyes and a watch.

Eyes and a watch, and a clock on the wall.

His eyes look at his watch, his mouth makes another bored comment, the eyes look at the clock on the
wall, then aim down again and look at the watch.

“Well, we’re done for today.”

This time the session went for only six minutes. The state pays him for forty-five.

“Shall I melt his legs?” asks the Misty Man.
I giggle and the doctor opens the door to allow me and the Misty Man to exit.




I have to get this down fast.

It’s night.

Hicks’s voice in the hall woke me up.

I hear him talking outside the door.

The orderly named Boyle answers. They talk angrily about a football game: who should be congratulated,
who should die, who should be cast down into Obscure Hell as gross incompetents, as though they were
authorities on incompetence.

Actually, they are.

Boyle is Danny’s orderly. Boyle is a body builder with a big belly. Danny is a writer who spends his time
thinking of ways to kill Boyle and a book editor named Herb Liselli. Danny will kill Boyle tomorrow.
Danny always says that. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow never comes. I think he’s afraid if he
kills Boyle, the other orderlies will gang up and kill him. Danny’s crazy though. That’s why he’s locked
up in a room like mine. He’s a writer.