Then, giving it up, he smiled wryly from the corner of his mouth. "Stay there right in front of me," I shouted.
"I'm sick and tired of your spying on me from doorways and dark places where I can't catch up with you."
He stared. "Who are you, Charlie?" Nothing but the smile. I nodded and he nodded back. "Then what do you want?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Oh, come now," I said, "you must want something. You've been following me—"
He looked down and I looked at my hands to see what he was looking at. "You want these back, don't you?
You want me out of here so you can come back and take over where you left off. I don't blame you.
It's your body and your brain—and your life, even though you weren't able to make much use of it.
I don't have the right to take it away from you. Nobody does. Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness?
Who's to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?... "But I'll tell you something else, Charlie."
I stood up and backed away from the mirror. "I'm not your friend. I'm your enemy. I'm not going to give up my intelligence without a struggle.
I can't go back down into that cave. There's no place for me to go now, Charlie. So you've got to stay away.
Stay inside my unconscious where you belong, and stop following me around. I'm not going to give up—no matter what they all think.
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색