"Richard Wilson - Mother to the World" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wilson Richard)

house, or maybe Our House.
I won't let her go out by herself but she has the run of the
hotel. She won't use the self-service elevators. Doesn't trust
them. Don't blame her. She cooks in the hotel kitchen and
carries our meals up two flights on a tray.
Garbage disposal no problem. There's an incinerator that
must work by electricity. So far it's taken everything I've
dumped down it. I can't feel any heat but it doesn't stink.
We're getting some outdoor stinks, though. Animal excre-
ment that nobody cleans up (I'd be doing nothing else if I
started). Uncollected garbage. Rotting food in supermarkets
and other places without EE.
There are certain streets I avoid now. Whole sections, when
the wind is wrong.

Bad night at the Living End. Had a nightmare.
I dreamed that Siss and I, home from the Music Hall
(Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn in something from the
sixties), were having a fight. I don't know about that but we
were shouting and I was calling her unforgivable names and
she was saying she was going to climb up to the 20th floor
and jump, when the phone rang . . .
I woke up, seeming to hear the echo of the last ring. The
phone was there on the floor, under the night table.
I didn't dare pick it up.
It must have happened just before dawn, when Manhattan
was as deserted as it ever got.
I took a chance on the EE and went up in the elevators to
the top of the Empire State Bidg. First time I'd ever been
up also the last, probably. What a sight. Plenty of cars, cabs,
trucks, buses rammed into each other & sides of bidgs but lots
more just came to natural (!) stop in midstreet or near curb.
Very feasible to drive around and out of town, though probably
not thru tunnels. GW Bridge she'd be okay, with its 8 lanes.
Have to get out of town one day anyhow, so best explore in
advance.
Planes. No sign that any crashed but bet lots did some-
where. Everything looks orderly at NY airports.
Fires. Few black spots signs of recent fires. Nothing
major.
Harbor & rivers. Some ships, lots of boats drifting around
loose. No sign of collisions; nothing big capsized.
Animals. Dog packs here and there. Sound of their barking
rises high. Nasty sound. Birds, all kinds.
Air very dry.
Down in the street again, Rolfe began to think about the
animals other than the dogs that ran in packs. How long
would it be until the bigger ones the wolves and bears and
mountain lions found their way into the city? He decided
to visit Abercrombie & Fitch and arm himself with something