The Dice Man. Luke Rhinehart

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      ‘I love you in a way beyond words.’

      ‘You evil man.’

      ‘But I have decided [I had become tight-lipped with annoyance at her] that our love must always be Platonic.’

      She looked at me with narrowed, resentful eyes: I suppose that it was her equivalent of Jake’s penetrating squint, but it made her look as if she were trying to read subtitles on an old Italian movie.

      ‘Platonic?’ she asked.

      ‘Yes, it must always be Platonic.’

      ‘Platonic.’ She meditated.

      ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I want to love you with a love that is beyond words and beyond the mere touch of bodies. With a love of the spirit.’

      ‘But what’ll we do?’

      ‘We’ll see each other as we have in the past, but now knowing we were meant to be lovers but that fate seventeen years ago made a mistake and gave you to Jake.’

      ‘But what’ll we do?’ She held the phone to her ear.

      ‘And for the sake of the children we must remain faithful to our spouses and never again give in to our passion.’

      ‘I know, but what will we do?’

      ‘Nothing.’

      ‘Nothing?’

      ‘Er … nothing … unusual.’

      ‘Won’t we see each other?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘At least say we love each other?’

      ‘Yes, I suppose so.’

      ‘At least reassure me that you haven’t forgotten?’

      ‘Perhaps.’

      ‘Don’t you like to touch me?’

      ‘Ah Arlene yes yes I do but for the sake of the children …’

      ‘What children?’

      ‘My children.’

      ‘Oh.’

      She was sitting on the couch, one arm in her lap and the other holding the telephone to her right ear. Her low-cut blue cocktail dress which for some reason she was wearing again was making me feel less and less Platonic.

      ‘But …’ she seemed trying to find the right words. ‘How … how would your … raping me hurt your children?’

      ‘Because – how would my raping you hurt my children?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘It would … were I to touch the magic of your body again I might well never be able to return to my family. I might have to drag you off with me to start a new life.’

      ‘Oh.’ Wide-eyed, she stared at me.

      ‘You’re so strange,’ she added.

      ‘Love has made me strange.’

      ‘You really love me?’

      ‘I have loved you … I have loved you since … since I realized how much there was hiding beneath the surface of your outward appearance, how much depth and fullness there is to your soul.’

      ‘I just don’t understand it.’

      She put the phone down on the arm of the couch and raised her hands again to her face, but she didn’t cry.

      ‘Arlene, I must go now. We must never speak of our love again.’

      She looked up at me through her glasses with a new expression – one of fatigue or sadness, I couldn’t tell.

      ‘Seventeen years.’

      I moved hesitantly away from the couch. She continued to stare at the spot I had vacated.

      ‘Seventeen years.’

      ‘I thank you for letting me speak to you.’

      She rose now and took off her glasses and put them next to the telephone. She came to me and put a trembling hand on the side of my arm.

      ‘You may stay,’ she said.

      ‘No, I must leave.’

      ‘I’ll never let you leave your children.’

      ‘I would be too strong. Nothing could stop me.’

      She hesitated, her eyes searching my face.

      ‘You’re so strange.’

      ‘Arlene, if only …’

      ‘Stay.’

      ‘Stay?’

      ‘Please.’

      ‘What for?’

      She pulled my head down to hers and gave me her lips and mouth in a kiss.

      ‘I won’t be able to control myself,’ I said.

      ‘You must try,’ she said dreamily. ‘I have sworn never to go to bed with you again.’

      ‘You what?’

      ‘I have sworn on my husband’s honor never to get into bed with you again.’

      ‘I’ll have to rape you.’

      She looked up at me sadly.

      ‘Yes, I suppose so.’

       Chapter Twelve

      During the first month the dice had rather small effect on my life. I used them to choose ways to spend my free time, and to choose alternatives when the normal ‘I’ didn’t particularly care. They decided that Lil and I would see the Edward Albee play rather than the Critic’s Award play, that I read work x selected randomly from a huge collection; that I would cease writing my book and begin an article on ‘Why Psychoanalysis Usually Fails’; that I would buy General Envelopment Corporation rather than Wonderfilled Industries or Dynamicgo Company; that I would not go to a convention in Chicago; that I would make love to my wife in Kama Sutra position number 23, number 52, number 8, etc.; that I see Arlene, that I don’t see Arlene, etc.; that I see her in place x rather than place y and so on.

      In short the dice decided things which really didn’t matter. Most of my options tended to be from among the great middle way of my tastes and personality. I СКАЧАТЬ