Character: Clarisse McLellan

Have you noticed how now people are ruthless to each other?

It is good to walk at night, right? I love to look at things, to smell, and it happens that I wander here all night and meet the sunrise.

- People aren't saying anything.
- Well, how can that be!
Yes, Yes. About anything. They name a lot of cars or clothes or swimming pools mostly and say How swell! They are all saying the same things. As ratchet. While the café include drawers jokes and listening to the same old spicy or include the music wall and watch it run color patterns, but all of this is completely pointless, as the tints of colors.

- Have you ever read the books you burn?
He laughed.
Is punishable by law.
- Yeah... of Course.
- This is a good job. Monday to burn the books of Edna Millay, Wednesday Whitman, Friday Faulkner. To burn to ashes, then burn the ashes. This is our professional motto.

Tell me, have you ever noticed how over there the boulevards, race rocket cars? I sometimes think that those who ride them, just don't know what grass is, or flowers. Because they never see them except on high speed, she continued. Show a driver a green blur, and they'll say, yeah, that's grass! Show pink - they will say: Oh, it's the rose garden. White stains - at home, brown - cow. My uncle once tried to ride on the highway at speeds up to forty miles per hour. He was arrested and imprisoned for two days in jail. Funny, isn't it? And sad.

Well, don't miss me, - answered the girl. - You see, they say I'm unsociable. I don't mix with people. Weird. Because I'm actually very sociable. It all depends on what is meant by communication. In my opinion, to communicate means to talk about things like this. - She planted the palm of some chestnuts, which were found under the tree in the garden. Or talking about how strange the world is. I love being with people. But put them in a pile and not let anyone say a word - what is communication? A lesson on television, the lesson basketball, baseball or running, then a history lesson - something rewriting, or drawing lesson, something redraw, then again the sport. I know at my school, we never ask questions. At least the majority. We sit in silence, and we are bombarded by answers, fuck, fuck, fuck - and then still sit four hours and watch an educational film. Where is the communication? Hundreds of funnels and chutes pour water just so she poured out the other end. Yes, I assure you, if it were wine. By the end of the day we are so tired that you can either go to sleep or go to the amusement Park - hurt walking or hitting the glass in a special pavilion for breaking Windows, or big steel ball to knock down the car in the dash for the crash. Or to sit in the car and race on the streets, you know, this game is how close you get past a lamppost or passing another car. Yes, they must be right, I probably was, and is, as they say. I have no friends. That's supposed to prove I'm abnormal. But everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around like wild or beating up one another. Have you noticed how now people are ruthless to each other?