the indoor kites are propelled by hot shame

nācu no brāļa uz mājām, apstājos ielas malā, lai palaistu garām mašīnu, bet tā piebrauc blakus un apstājas. pa logu izbāž seju tāds skūtgalvis un prasa, vai varot palīdzēt. es nospriežu, ka kārtējais nabaga neveiksminieks, kas apmaldījies, un prasu, ko viņš meklē, uz ko skūtgalvis atbild, ka viņš neko nemeklē, esot atbraucis pie brāļa uz ziepniekkalnu, bet tur mājai kods un viņam izlādējies telefons, netiek iekšā. vai es varu savā telefonā uzspiest vajadzīgo numuru. nosaucot numuru, viņš nosauca man arī vīrieša vārdu (eduards), tā arī nesapratu, vai tas bija brāļa vai viņa paša vārds, bet nav svarīgi - es biju šaubīga uz brīdi, dot to telefonu vai nē, varbūt palūgt izkāpt no mašīnas, lai nevar vnk aizbraukt ar visu, bet nolēmu, ka tik muļķīgus cilvēku aplaupīšanas veidus jau tikai es varu izdomāt. sniedzu čalim telefonu, bet viņš neņēma un teica, lai es uzliekot uz skaļruni. nu, un tā es stāvēju ielas malā, turēdama izstieptā rokā mobilo, un klausījos, kā skūtgalvainā vīrieša brālis atsakās kāpt ārā no gultas un viņi viens uz otru lamājas. pēc kāda brīža, kad, manuprāt, nekas nebija atrisinājies, saruna tomēr beidzās, un skūtgalvis aizbrauca atpakaļ pie atbilstošās mājas gaidīt, lai viņa brālis nokāpj lejā, nosaucis brāli par pretīgu dirsu, bet no manis atvadījies ar laipnu "čau, čau".

"Lanre, what have you done?"
Lanre continued to look out over the ruins of Myr Tariniel. His shoulders stooped as though he bore a great weight. There was a weariness in his voice when he spoke. "Was I accounted a good man, Selitos?"
"You were counted among the best of us. We considered you beyond reproach."
"Yet I did this." Lanre turned. "And I counted among the best." Lanre's face was terrible to look upon. Grief and despair had ravaged it. "I, considered wise and good, did all this!" He gestured wildly. "Imagine what unholy things a lesser man must hold within his secret heart." Lanre faced Myr Tariniel and a sort of peace came over him. "For them, at least, it is over. They are safe. Safe from the thousand evils of the everyday. Safe from the pains of an unjust fate."
Selitos spoke softly, "Safe from the joy and wonder . . ."
"There is no joy!" Lanre shouted in an awful voice. Stones shattered at the sound and the sharp edges of echo came back to cut at them. "Any joy that grows here is quickly choked by weeds. I am not some monster who destroys out of a twisted pleasure. I sow salt because the choice is between weeds and nothing." Selitos saw nothing but emptiness behind his eyes.
Lanre gave a hollow laugh. "I wanted you to understand, to know it was not madness that made me do these things."
"You are not mad," Selitos admitted. "I see no madness in you."
"I hoped, perhaps, that you would join me in what I aim to do." Lanre spoke with a desperate longing in his voice. "This world is like a friend with a mortal wound. A bitter draught given quickly only eases pain."
"Destroy the world?" Selitos said softly to himself. "You are not mad, Lanre. What grips you is something worse than madness. I cannot cure you."

//Patrick Rothfuss, 2011, he Name of the Wind

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