Book: Below zero

- It's hard to feel sorry for someone who doesn't care.
- Yes? - I ask.
- What do you care? What do you like?
Nothing. I don't like anything I say.
- Have I ever what anything meant to you, Clay?
I say nothing, again, look at the menu.
- I someday something meant to you? again she asks.
- I don't want someone to me meant something. It worse, one more concern. When did not care about the pain.

If you want something, then you have the right. If you want to do something, have the right to do.

You can disappear, that without knowing it.

- What does your mother do? - asked Blair. - She no longer walks with Tom?
- And where did you hear that? In "Inquire"? - laughs Kim.
- No. I saw their photos in the "Hollywood reporter".
- She's in England with Milo, I told you, Kim said; we come to the lit pool. At least, I read it in of variety, though.

Calls Trent, tells how "a couple of Jewish princesses hysterical" was allegedly seen in Bel air what the monsters; there is a conversation about werewolves. Someone from princessing girlfriends seemed to be gone. Last night in Bel air was a search, found nothing except - here Trent grins - the mutilated corpse of the dog. Jewish Princess, who, according to Trent, "without head", he went to sleep to her friend in Encino. Trent said that Jewish princesses, apparently the census deathly, was a kind of allergic reaction. Maybe I agree; but the history worries me. After the departure of Trent I try to call Julian, but there's no answer, I'm trying to understand where he could be. Hang up, confident that you hear screaming in a nearby house, below the canyon, close the window. Still hear a dog barking, "KROQ" plays an old song Doors , the thirteenth channel "war of the worlds", I switched to some religious program where the preacher yells: "Give to the Lord to use you. The Lord wants to use you. Relax and allow Him to use you, to use you. Relax, he continues his chant. - To use you, use it." I'm drinking gin and melted ice cubes and I think I hear someone breaking into the house. Daniel on the phone says it's probably my sisters, trying to get something to drink; from the TV news I learn that last night on the hills four were beaten to death, and most of the night awake, looking out the window at the backyard and expecting werewolves.

Disappear here.

On the streets of Los Angeles, the people are afraid to merge with the crowd.