привет, я начала читать маджищянсов (пока наивно верю, что только до онгоинга, а дальше по мере дела), и мне необходимо Внести Всякое. цитаты не спойлерные, но пиздец, от которого я КРИКАЮ КАК НЕ В СЕБЯ.
большая часть под катом-обложкой

встреча на лужайке перед экзаменом
“So what’s your name?” the young man asked, in a tone that made sure Quentin knew that he had no interest in the answer.
“Quentin.”
“Charming. From?”
“Brooklyn.”
“How old?”
“Seventeen.”
“I’m Eliot. Don’t tell me anything else, I don’t want to know. Don’t want to get attached.”

Пенни на экзамене описывается как панк (!) без рубашки и с цветными татуировками во всю спину. а потом Э Т О:
“They should have capped it,” explained the punk, who said his name was Penny. He had a gentle moony face that was at odds with his otherwise terrifying appearance.
MOONY (лунафейс.жпг)

а дальше - суть в том, что перед началом семестра квентин целых две недели протусил в компании элиота, потому что никого больше в школе не было. заебись.
He didn’t spend all his time alone. Once in a while he spotted Eliot from a distance, loping across the empty green or lolling with his long legs folded up in a window seat, staring out the window or leafing distractedly through a book. He had an air of magnificent melancholy sophistication, as if his proper place were elsewhere, somewhere infinitely more compelling even than Brakebills, and he’d been confined to his present setting by a grotesque divine oversight, which he tolerated with as much good humor as could be expected.


элиот рассказывает кулстори о том, как в обмен за сигареты позволил себя рисовать. ага. в образе гиацинта - который, на всякий случай напомню, был любовником аполлона. велл дан, элиот, велл дан.
Quite a good amateur painter, albeit in a sadly outdated realist mode. I let him paint me once—draped, thank you very much. I was holding a Frisbee. I think I was supposed to be Hyacinthus. Chambers is a pompiste at heart. Deep down I don’t think he believes Impressionism ever happened.

ну а дальше я начала кричать, потому что это хуже чем фичок.
Quentin had never met anybody so staggeringly and unapologetically affected. It was hard to know how to respond. He summoned up all the wisdom he’d accumulated during his entire life in Brooklyn.
ХИ САММНД АП ОЛЛ ЗЕ ФАКИН ВИЗДОМ ТУ АНСВЕР ХИМ. YOBANYI PIZDEC.


"Come on, smoke one with me.”
Quentin accepted the cigarette. He was in unfamiliar territory here. He’d handled cigarettes before—they were common props in close-up magic—but he’d never actually put one in his mouth. He made the cigarette vanish—a basic thumb palm—then snapped his fingers to bring it back.
“I said smoke it, not fondle it,” Eliot said curtly.
He muttered something under his breath, then snapped his own fingers. A lighter-size flame sprang into being over the tip of his index finger. Quentin leaned in and inhaled.
It felt like his lungs had been crumpled up and then incinerated. He coughed for five solid minutes without stopping. Eliot laughed so hard he had to sit down. Quentin’s face was slick with tears. He forced himself to take another drag and threw up into a hedge.
ПРИКУРИТЬ ОТ ПАЛЬЦА. КАШЛЯТЬ ОТ СИГАРЕТ. позавчера мы с лецре обсуждали хедканон про элиота выдыхающего дым ему в губы (да, стадия "приложи попсовое дно" уже в разгаре ), И ТУТ ЕТО.

“Listen, I don’t want to pry,” Quentin said, “but I’m assuming you have some secret magical way of dealing with the negative health effects of all those cigarettes.”
“It’s kind of you to ask. I sacrifice a virgin schoolgirl every other fortnight by the light of a gibbous moon, using a silver scalpel forged by Swiss albinos. Who are also virgins. Clears my little lungs right up.”

дальше упоминается, что они проводили много времени вместе, а в один из дней взяли лодку и поплыли кататься,,,,,,, мда
They were too tired to row on the way back, so they drifted with the current. Eliot lay back in the scull and smoked and talked. Because of his air of infallible entitlement Quentin assumed he’d been raised among the wealthy mandarins of Manhattan, but it turned out he’d actually grown up on a farm in eastern Oregon.
ОРЕГОН, КАРЛ!

элиот обнаруживает личные донья, я ухожу на ультразвук.
“They think I’m at a special school for computer geeks and homosexuals.
“That’s why I don’t go home in the summertime. Henry doesn’t care. I haven’t been home since I started here.
“You probably feel sorry for me,” he went on airily. He wore a dressing gown over his regular clothes, which gave him a shabby princely look. “You shouldn’t, you know. I’m very happy here. Some people need their families to become who they’re supposed to be. And there’s nothing wrong with that. But there are other ways to do it.”
Quentin hadn’t realized how hard-won Eliot’s air of ludicrously exaggerated insouciance must be. That facade of lofty indifference must be there to hide real problems. Quentin liked to think of himself as a sort of regional champion of unhappiness, but he wondered if Eliot had him outclassed on that score, too.


за сим пока откланиваюсь, но будет апдейтиться.