как я люблю такие моменты
читаешь один из лучших отрывков в книге
про что-то до боли знакомое, близкое - или непостижимо далекое, которое является только во сне, а утром напоминает о себе сосущим чувством неудовлетворения, ностальгии, тоски и аможетбыть, которое не хочется прогонять, а наоборот, уложить в ящик без замка у правого виска
It's a pure, thrilling, and slightly terrifying apprehension of what he will later call beauty, though the word is insufficient. It's a tingling sense of divine presence, of the unspeakable perfection of everything that exists now and will exist in the future, embodied by Joanna and his brother <...> standing ankle deep in lake-water, under a pallid gray sky that will soon produce a scattering of rain. Time fails. <...> Matthew and Joanna have waded into Lake Michigan on a listless Saturday afternoon and summoned the vast, astonishing world. In another moment they'll both turn, walk back up the beach, sit next to Peter. Johanna will tie her hair back with a coated rubber band, Matthew will examine a blister on his left foot. The local will reestablish itself, though Peter will put a hand, gently, on the back of Matthew's neck, and Matthew will let go of his own blistered foot and reach over to squeeze Peter's right knее, as if he understands (as he could not possibly have understood) that Peter has had a vision. Peter will never fully understand why, at that ordinary moment, the world decided to reveal itself, briefly, to him, but he will associate it with Matthew and Johanna together, an enchanted couple, mythic, perfect and eternal and chaste as Dante and Beatrice.
а потом, почти сразу же, встречаешь идеальную иллюстрацию
и кажется, что ради этого и живешь