Читать книгу Bones and Silence - Reginald Hill - Страница 11

Оглавление

February 14th

Dear Mr Dalziel,

I want to say I’m sorry. I was wrong to try to involve a stranger in my problems, even someone whose job it is to track down wrongdoers. So please accept this apology and forget I ever wrote.

In case you’re wondering, this doesn’t mean I’ve changed my mind, only that next time I feel in need of an untroubled and untroubling confidant, I’ll ring the Speaking Clock! That might not be such a bad idea either. Time’s the great enemy. You look back and you can just about see the last time you were happy. And you look ahead and you can’t even imagine the next time. You try to see the point of it all in a world so full of self-inflicted pain, and all you can see are the pointless moments piling up behind you. Perhaps counting them is the point. Perhaps the best thing I can do with time is to sit listening to the Speaking Clock, counting off the seconds till I reach the magic number where the counting finally stops.

I’m growing morbid and I don’t want to leave you with a nasty taste, though I’m sure a pint of beer would wash it away. I’m writing this on St Valentine’s Day, the feast of lovers. You probably won’t get it till St Julianna’s day. All I know about her was she specialized in being a virgin and had a long chat with the Devil! Which do you prefer? Silly question. You may be a bit different from other men but you can’t be all that different! So forget Julianna. And forget me too.

Your valedictory Valentine

Bones and Silence

Подняться наверх