"What you looking at?" - "The landscape, it's one sad landscape."
Quincy Williams, hüüdnimega Fate, on ühe väikese New Yorgi ajakirja reporter. Tema ema sureb. (Esimene osa algab lootustega, teine hullumisega, kolmas - surmaga.) Fate ei oska olla. Tühjus. Mittemiski. Mitteolemine. Fate imagined the masseur reading in a dark room and a shudder passed through him. It must be something like happiness, he thought. Olla pime, lugeda pimeduses raamatuid, mitte näha oma elukeskkonda. Fate saadetakse Santa Teresasse kirjutama poksimatšist. Tapmised hakkavad üha enam esiplaanile tõusma. Kohalikele ei ole see mingiks sündmuseks. Kõik sooviksid unustada, nagu sellega koos kaoksid ka mõrvad. Peakahtlusalune on ammu arreteeritud (gigantne sakslane!), seega - lahendatud. Vägivald, narko, hullumeelsed, mõni üksik heasüdamlik. On midagi kurjakuulutavalt naljakat selles rabelemises tühjuse vastu, iga hinna eest midagi luua ja muuta. Täita mittemiski ükskõik millega.
Out of the darkness came three men who first whispered in her ear and then fucked her. At first the woman resisted. She looked straight at the camera and said something in Spanish ... Then she faked an orgasm and started to scream. After that, the men, who until that moment had been taking turns, joined in all together, the first penetrating her vagina, the second her anus, and the third sticking his cock in her mouth. The effect was of a perpetual-motion machine. The spectator could see that the machine was going to explode at some point, but it was impossible to say what the explosion would be like and when it would happen. And then the woman came for real. An unforeseen orgasm that she was the last to expect. The woman's movements, constrained by the weight of the three men, accelerated. Her eyes were fixed on the camera, which in turn zoomed in on her face. Her eyes said something, although they spoke in an unidentifiable language. For an instant, everything about her seemed to shine ... (lk 321)
Hetk, mil suudame nautida igiliikuva julmuse-masina vägivalda, lakkame otsimast ja lootmast, rabelemast ja kõik muutub üheks suureks naeruks, mis lihtsalt ei usu. Vaja vaid lülitit vajutada. Ja kurbus moondub irveks; kurbus hakkab irvitama iseenda üle.
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