Bret Easton Ellis. Glamorama (№ 484)

At first I was confused by how the world treated love: favorite cast, simply because they were too old, or too fat, or too poor, too hairy or not enough hair, not enough smooth or insufficiently muscular, tasteless or not very stylish and, finally, because they were not sufficiently advanced or not sufficiently famous. Choosing a favorite was to take into account all these aspects. And choosing friends too. And if I wanted to achieve something in this society, I had to accept the rules of the game. When I looked at Chloe, and she shrugged. I took a glance and then she told me some lips: "don't... let... chance." With tears in his eyes because the world in which I was born, taught me to consider the undeniable fact that physical beauty is a sign of spiritual perfection - I turned my back and promised myself that I would become cruel, indifferent and infinitely cool. The future began to emerge before my eyes, and I focused on thoughts of him. And then I felt I'm no longer near the pool in the courtyard villas on ocean drive, as if I soared above the tops of the trees and dissolved into the boundless blue sky, until it disappeared altogether, and then was relieved with such force that I involuntarily sighed loudly. Then I suddenly noticed that one of the Teens apparently ready at any moment to pounce on me and another who is floundering in the pool, probably sinking, but nobody notices. I decided not to think about it, and it is better to study the pattern on the swimsuit Brand Brand. "I could easily take and forget about this day, I thought. - Some part of me would rebel and erase the memory." Sober inner voice begged me, so I did. But I was introduced to too many cool people, I rapidly acquired fame, and in that moment I did not understand clearly that if I don't immediately erase from memory the day it goes out the door, leaving Chloe Byrnes her own destiny, the events of that day will long haunt me in nightmares. This is what I tried to explain to a sober inner voice. This is what he warned me. Someone began to read a prayer over pousadalanai bat, but this gesture seemed ridiculous and inappropriate in this situation. People began to dance in the meadows around read the prayer of the boy.
- Want to know how it will end? - opening his eyes, he asked Chloe.
I nodded.
- Buy the rights to the script, she whispered.