Chapter 4 Chapter 3 / Him

But at that time, these rich countries with forests of industries and shops have invented a new belief, a project worth thousands of years of human sweat: to turn the whole world into a unique and huge enterprise. — Rone.Victor.Pires "The Damned" 1974 According to the Red Cross, one billion people in the world still live in slums, but that hasn't stopped Octave from regaining his appetite: you see he's already biting his nails , and this is just the beginning.For this reason, Maronne sent him to the "Beautiful View" health center (No. 8, 11th Avenue, November 11th, in the suburb of Paris, Paris) for a month of drug treatment.As for not sending him to Kate.Barry Center, because there are no vacancies there.Creative directors are like the dope-doctors of the Tour de France: they give their champions dope so they can be heroic, and when they crash and get bruised, they send them in for repairs.In this way, Octave changed from the VIP of the mansion to the VIP of the mental hospital.

Every morning, he took a walk in the park, wandering among the century-old oak trees and mental patients.He only reads books written by suicide writers: Hemingway, Kawabata Yasunari, Garry, Chanfort, Seigneur, Reigant, Petron, Pavisier, Lafargue, Corley, Zweig, Drieux .La Rochelle, Monterlan, Yukio Mishima, Deborah, La Marche.Vatel, and the female writer Sylvia.Plath and Virginia.Woolf (a man who reads only by suicide authors is a man who reads a lot).His assistants joked with him by sending him a package of white flour by courier, and his therapist didn't appreciate the nonsense.Charlie downloaded a pornographic movie into his iBook.He regained his smile.The experimental treatment he received with BP897 was supposed to rid him of his cocaine cravings completely.If all goes well, he'll be able to stare at a credit card without sneezing in no time.

In the dining room, he was exposed to some new cases.For example, his neighbors on the same floor explained to him that he had AIDS addiction (a new sexual perversion). "I shoot girls who have sex with a friend of mine who has AIDS without a condom. Of course they don't know it. Then, I secretly film the girl going to the lab to get the test results. The moment I climax is the girl has The moment she seropositive. The moment she opened the envelope I ejaculated. I invented AIDS fetishism. When I saw them walking out of the lab with the page 'HIV+' in their hands, crying , you don't know how happy I am. But I quit because the police confiscated all my tapes.

I went to jail first, and then I was sent here.Either way, I'm dying.But I'm fine now, everything's fine, everything's fine, everything's fine..." He stuttered for a moment, a bit of carrot paste on his hairy chin. "Me too," said Octave, "I too have a strange sexual disorder. I am a nostalgic." "Oh, what kind of disease is this?" "It's a pervert who's obsessed with an ex-girlfriend. But I'm fine now, everything's fine, everything's fine, I'm fine, fine..." Sophie didn't come to see him.Did she know he was hospitalized?Almost three weeks.In the garden, the grimaces of the schizophrenic patients really amazed Octave many times, and the scene reminded him of his company.

"Life is made of trees, bipolars, and squirrels." Yes, it can be said that he is much better now.He masturbates six times a day.Well, stop talking, Octave may not have fully recovered. In any case, it was time for him to change.His cocaine, black suits, brassy smell and cheap cynicism make him look too eighties.Fashion has changed a lot and nowadays, instead of flaunting one's success and work achievements, one should look like a pauper with nothing to do.Keeping a low profile was strictly the rule in the early years of the new century.Those Stakhanovian labor-active professionals were looking to look more like the down-and-out unemployed.The rowdy-tanned-gourmet-crazy Sighella style was over, the picture of the Venetian shutters or the Ridley.The ad for the ceiling fan that Scott photographed is also outdated.Advertising, like everything else, has its fads in each era: the fifties were wordplay, the sixties comedy, the seventies hipster gang, the eighties show, the nineties contrasts .From now on, you should be wearing old Adidas shoes, a holey GAP T-shirt, dirty Helmut Lang jeans, and trimming your beard every day to look like it hasn't been done in three days; Moreover, the hair should be greasy, the sideburns should be large, and a bonnet should be worn, with the same straight face as the characters in the magazine "Dazed and Confused"; at the same time, black and white commercials were sold, in which some anorexics were clumsily topless Play the guitar. (Or simply a line of limos plodding along, saturated colors on a green background, some fat Puerto Rican women playing volleyball in the rain.) The more tickets they have in their pockets (and the Internet makes them richer) Add three zeros), the more you look like a homeless person.All the newly minted billionaires wear tattered sneakers.Octave therefore decided to consult the tramp who looked like him about style as soon as he left the shelter.

"It's so strange: when I was a child, the year 2000 seemed like science fiction; now, I must have grown up, because 2000 was last year." In this large house at the end of the nineteenth century, Octave was able to Time to meditate.In East Melbourne, time seems to pass very slowly.Octave was walking on the grass, and picked up a small stone with a history of two thousand years.Contrary to a tube of toothpaste, this stone will never go out of style. He threw it away, and it fell under a tree; it's still there when you read these lines.And there it will probably spend another two thousand years intact.That's it.Octave is jealous of a stone.

He wrote: Please give me the strands of your soft hair your strong body your seductive wit in your deep blue eyes but he didn't know whom to give this quatrain so when he left the "beautiful" health facility , sent it to his AIDS-loving friend: "Send it to one of your victims. Try it, it might be exciting to see a girl read something other than her HIV positive test result .” "Let me see... Hey, you're right. You're crazy! No, no! Your poem looks too much like a serial killer's." Octave waited until the seminar in Senegal to arrange his entrepreneurial comeback.Roser's advertising agency is like a regiment. From time to time, they have to camp and rest. They call this "actuation seminar".In this way, 250 people headed for Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport in a limousine.Among them, there are many married typists (without their husbands), nervous financial accountants (with their antidepressants), patriarchal leaders, a man in gold and silver with a big chest The switchboard lady, a sausage-like fat woman who became a sexy girl because she became a human resources director, and a few creatives who were barely funny to befit their creatives.Everyone sings like they're in karaoke, making up lyrics when necessary; meanwhile, everyone wonders who's going to sleep with whom.Octave has high hopes for local prostitutes because of his friend Dorothy, a reporter from France 2.O'Leary had raved about their charms to him.As for O'Till, she was eighteen years old, with a bare back, a headband in her hair, a pair of high-heeled slippers, and a denim backpack; Always look suspicious.How can you spot an eighteen-year-old girl?It's simple: She has no wrinkles or bags under her eyes, her cheeks are full like a baby's, and Will's music is playing on her Walkman.Smith, and she always has a questioning look on her face.

O'Till had been hired as a copywriting intern in Octave's absence.She only likes money and fame, but she acts innocent.Trendy girls are like this: the mouth is slightly parted, the eyes are staring in amazement, and the dumbfounded look is like Terry.Supermodel Audrey in a photoshoot by Richardson.manet.Today, hyper-ambitionism involves pretending to be innocent.O'Till recounted to Octave how she ran off to get a tongue piercing on her own one Saturday afternoon: "No, there was no anesthesia, the tattoo artist just pulled your tongue out with pliers so his nails Nailed in from the inside. But I assure you, it didn't hurt at all, it was just awkward to eat, but it was only at the beginning, especially because my tongue was inflamed, so, at that time, I couldn't eat anything Come out with a taste."

She wears sunglasses (corrective lenses) all the time and only reads magazines in English (Paper, Talk, Bust, Big, Bloom, Surace, Nylon, Sleazenation, Soda, Loop, Tank, Very, Composite, Frieze, Crac, Boom, Hue).She sat down next to Octave, and when she took the Walkman away, it was to say that she no longer watched TV, "except for the occasional ARTE." Octave asked himself what he was doing here (a question he had been asking himself since he was born).At this time, O'Tier pointed to a tall building on the side of the highway and said: "Look! Siqian Xincun! I live there, near the French Stadium. At night, all these lights are as beautiful as "Independence Day."

Since Octave didn't respond, she decided to exchange her hair removal experience with a colleague: "I went to the beautician this morning for laser hair removal, and it hurt like hell, especially at the base of my thighs. But since my hair I was able to escape for the rest of my life, so in the end I was quite satisfied." "Don't forget to remind me to buy hair removal cream at the airport." "What time do we arrive in Card?" "Around midnight. As soon as I arrive, I'll jump right into the nightlife. We only have three nights, so make the most of it.

"Damn it, I forgot about Nana. Fabian's tape." "On the plane, to avoid drying out my skin, I remove my make-up, exfoliate, and then apply moisturizer." "I do my nails. While my toenails are drying, I do my manicures." Octave tried to keep his attention.We must survive the days without cocaine and accept the reality that has not been glorified; we must return to society and respect others; we must play this game with everyone. He thought he had just come out of the asylum, so he should get rid of his bad luck, so he sent out the following probe balloon: "Ladies, who would like to have a shot with me? A quick fix?" He was quite useful for being reprimanded and scolded. "poor guy." "I'd rather die." He smiled: "Your refusal is a big mistake. Girls often agree too late, because the boy has decided to give up; or agree too early, because the boy has not made any demands at this time." "..." "And, I'm going to release five more!" "Listen, he's treating us like whores." "Look at your virtue? Give me a hundred cards and don't do it." Octave smiled exaggeratedly: "Let me tell you, Saint Casanova often paid his mistresses, and there is nothing shameful about it." At this time, he took out the ultrasound scan he received not long ago: "Look, this is my child, don't you think I suddenly become so lovable?" However, his performance deserved to fail.Siqian Xincun was getting smaller and smaller in the rear window.Octave no longer even knew how to seduce a girl.He doesn't quite believe it anymore.If there's one thing that doesn't go hand in hand with irony, it's seduction.At this time, a girl asked him: "Do you have a magazine about interior design?" "Which one do you want: Newlook? Playboy? Penthouse?" ① "Haha, always interesting, my poor Octave." "You know you've become vulgar. I thought they'd fixed your head?" "Apparently they didn't get it done. You're still totally demented." Octave lowered his eyes to look at his own feet huddled in a pair of purple leather shoes (these shoes cost the equivalent of minimum monthly wages each).Then he raised his head and began to lament loudly: "Don't be kidding. Did it ever occur to you, my ladies, that all these people you see, all these idiots in those cars that pass you by, all these people, all of them, are going to die without exception.Look at that man in his Audi all-rounder 4WD!Look at that forty-something excited woman who just passed us in a Mini Austin!And the people who live in those buildings behind this useless soundproof wall!Have you ever imagined what it would be like to pile up dead bodies?Eighty billion people have lived on this planet since its existence.Carve this image into your minds: we are walking on eighty billion dead people.Don't you see that all these people who have been sentenced to death with reprieve will eventually form a huge corpse yard in the future, a mountain of rotting and smelly corpses.Life is a carnage. " This is good, everyone's emotions have been destroyed by him.He is very proud.He's on his mark.In the pocket of his buckskin jacket, Jacob toyed with his little green box of bromazepam anti-anxiety tablets.He took solace in the way the resistance heroes held the potassium cyanide capsules in their hands sixty years ago as they were led to torture on Raleighstone Street. There are advertisers on the plane.If it crashes this time, it will be the first step in the victory of sincerity.But life is so arranged that the ad man's plane doesn't crash.The crashed plane must have been full of innocent people, obsessed lovers, philanthropists of humanity, soul singer Otis.Reading, it's Lynner Skiner Rock Band, it's Marcel.Dadier, it's Little John.Kennedy.The arrogance of the tanned communicators comes from their conviction that they are safe from these dangers, that they fear a stock market crash more than a plane crash.Octave smiled and typed the words into his iBook.He's important, he's rich, he's scared, all compatible.He sat in the business class "Space 127", drinking vodka and tonic water. ("In the 'Space 127' cabin, you will be pleasantly surprised to find that the seats here are ergonomically designed and extremely comfortable, and they can recline 127 degrees backwards, an angle that allows the body to be naturally weightless. In addition , the seat is also equipped with a telephone, a personal video recorder and a pair of sound-proof earphones. The seats in the 'Space 127' cabin provide the best comfortable environment for your work and rest." Announced by Miss Air France.) In the cabin, the strategic planners are seducing the female procurement of art products, the deputy general managers are coaxing the female TV producers with sweet words, and an international negotiator is stroking the thigh of a female manager of the development department (in a company, people can quickly find out that those Girls sleep with co-workers because only they dress sexy).Such lewd gatherings "contribute to the unity of the company's staff and optimize communication within human resources".Octave had been educated to accept this status quo, and, on this infinitely revolving block of space, life is only a short time that we have, why waste it, making constant demands on the organization? Question and accusation? Better to accept the rules of the game. "We're tamed to just accept. I'm gliding on holes. Would anyone like to come and fuck me and get over it?" Whereas in the past your provocation always drew a knowing smile, now it causes pain. "For the sake of all these things that humans have done for him, God should at least give him a hand, don't you think?" Loneliness in the crowd.He kept checking the message box of the phone, but the phone kept repeating: "There is no new message in your voice message box." Octave in Tom.Hanks (not just an actor, but a sleeping pill) fell asleep before a movie starring him.He dreamed that he was on a shoot in the Bahamas, and he was probing supermodel Vanessa with his fingers.Lorenzo and Heidi.Kurum's body.He stopped grinding his teeth, he believed he was out of the woods, he thought he was more objective, detached, and at a distance from it all.With a quiet sigh, he soiled his pair of Levi's jeans (Fall/Winter 2001 "Sad Tropics" collection). The Enterprise landed, the Enterprise claimed the luggage, and the Enterprise boarded the limousine.In the songs of the great singer Fu Geng of the Enterprise, he did not feel the extreme pessimism in them: "Sing, sing for life, as if you are going to die tomorrow." There is also "Maybe tomorrow, maybe death."Octave finally understood why the spaceship was called the Enterprise in Rotherly.The Vickicraft Corporation is like a spaceship lost in the interstellar space, looking for life outside the earth.Furthermore, many colleagues do have sharpened ears. As soon as the enterprise number arrived at the hotel where it was staying, the personnel went their separate ways.Some female producers immediately threw themselves into the swimming pool, others on top of the business manager, and the rest went to sleep.Those with eyes still open followed O'Tiere and her tits to the "Rolling" ballroom and danced.Octave was among them, and he ordered a bottle of Gordon's and smoked joints along with him.On the beach, everything is clear.The black girls were all waiting there.One of them said to him, "Come to my room." But because she had a Guinean Kenakli accent, Octave seemed to hear her say: "Come to my room." It's funny.Lies are mutual, everything is easy to handle.He put his hand on the girl's face and murmured, "Honey, you know, about girls, I don't want to sleep with them, I prefer to lose them." The comprehensive tourism service facilities in Saly under the strict protection of the Senegalese army include 15 hotels. The one selected by the company is called Savannah, which has air-conditioned rooms, two swimming pools that are illuminated all night, a miniature golf course, a business center, A casino and a disco, all on the shores of the Atlantic Ocean.Africa is no longer the Africa of Hemingway's hunting expeditions. Now it is a continent that the Western world has left to die. In 1998, AIDS claimed the lives of two million people, largely because of those who produced the "cocktail" Companies that use pharmaceuticals, such as Bicure in the United States.Bristol-Myers Squibb has refused to lower the price of its drugs.At the same time, it is also an ideal place to inspire middle-level cadres and employees, because in this land eroded by AIDS and political corruption, in this heartland of absurd wars and repeated genocide, capitalist small employees have rediscovered confidence in the system that keeps them alive.They bought local ebony masks, took pictures everywhere, thought they had communication with the locals, and sent sunny postcards to tickle the hearts of their families trapped in Paris in winter.Advertisers present Africa as a negative example so that they rush home, relieved to find there are worse places.For the rest of the year, everything becomes more acceptable.In this way, Africa has become a model room for the opposite.Now that the poor are dying, the rich have all the more reason to live. They ride jet skis through the waves, take pictures with Polaroid cameras, and no one is interested in anyone. Everyone was wearing beach flip flops.In Africa, when a white person speaks to a black person, there is no longer the sense of superiority that was racist in the colonial era.Today's situation is more cruel than before.From now on, there is such pity in his eyes, like a priest praying for a death row prisoner. Snippets of dialogue at the poolside of Savannah Seaside Resort: A female assistant to the director (shaking the water droplets on her body): "This water is amazing." Octave: "You too." A female person in charge of the coordination department (biting a mango): "I long to have a healthy body." Octave. "Can I enjoy it too?" A young female art director (walking to the restaurant): "Let's go eat!" Octave: "Who do you eat?" The actuation mechanism operates at full speed.The morning session is mainly used to improve self-fulfillment.At the meeting, the company's turnover was praised, and the words "self-financing" and "annual depreciation" were used to explain why there was no bonus at the end of the year.In fact, all the money earned by the French branch is at the feet of those old bald Wall Street men who never come to Paris, smoke big cigars, and don't say "thank you" at the end of the fiscal year. Rotherly.The heads of the French branch of Vickyclough, in order to repay the loan on the country house, paid a yearly wealth to the shareholders with trepidation like a medieval prince or a defeated country in a Punic war. In the afternoon, a constructive self-criticism was conducted to study how to enhance market efficiency.Octave had a stomachache from putting too much ice in his gin.President Philip and Mark.From time to time, Malone took him aside for a heart-to-heart talk, saying nothing more than: "We're glad you made it through, and we won't tell you about it again. We understand your absurdity, and we feel the same way, because we are Modern and cool boss. Don't quit your job, okay? Philip still did not forget to remind Octave that the success of the "Beautiful Lady" commercial is very important for the company to maintain a good relationship with the Madonna Group. "We just had an advertising strategy committee meeting with them, and we got kicked out." "Don't worry, President, this time, I won't spit on the client. Also, you know I found an ideal candidate for the film." "I know, it's the North African girl... I have to make some adjustments for her in post-production." "Don't worry about it, it's already in the budget. You can't imagine what we can do today: we take a girl's beautiful ass and put another's face on it, a third person's leg, a fourth person feet, with a fifth man's chest. We're doing human patchwork. We're not DJs, we're PJs." "Maybe you'd be better off hiring a cosmetic surgeon instead of a director for this one." Octave is no longer trying to be always retaliating, but he doesn't want to be underestimated for it. It can be said that he has matured a lot.Looking at him, I suddenly became excited at this moment: "First of all, why can't a North African girl play this role? Stop being a Nazi like our client! Damn it, I can't bear to let fascists play tricks on us like this. Although Nike The posters in the museum recall the fascist feeling of the Pétain government in France. Nestle refuses to use black people in a basketball game film, but there is no reason for us to do the same. Never! If no one speaks, we don’t know where we will go How far. Advertising has even become a revisionist: Gandhi also sold Apple computers! Just think, this holy old man rejected all industrial technology, dressed like a monk, walked barefoot, and now he has become a computer promoter! Picasso became a kind of car name for Citroen! Steve McQueen drove a Ford! Audrey Hepburn wore Tod moccasins! You think, these people, after death become promoters, they are not angry in the grave It’s strange to turn over. This is the night full of the living dead! The feast of the cannibals! We are devouring the corpses! The walking dead can also be promoted! But is there a limit? The French National Lottery even imitated the "big rich" The game invites Castro and Stalin to help them promote "scratch" lottery tickets! In the face of racism and denialism, if you, the boss, Philip, don't say anything, who will stop?" "Oh my god, you've gotten tired since you stopped smoking. Do you think I've never thought about that? Of course the job makes me sick, but, I'm thinking about my wife, my kids, and I'm not so arrogant as to change everything.Damn it, Octave, be humble!Just turn off the TV and stop going to McDonald's. The rubbish around here is not my fault, it's yours, it's you who went to buy Nikes made by Indonesian slaves!It's all too easy to complain about the system and at the same time help it work.And, stop thinking of me as an idiot just because I have money in my pocket.Of course there are a lot of things I can't stand either.It’s not that the casting must be white-skinned. We can’t do anything about it, because it’s our target audience that is racist, not the advertisers, and it’s not the miracle that makes the dead talk. The images of those great artists have never been affected. They control, and these people have turned over several times in their graves before they were alive.No, that's not it, what makes me mad, you know, my little Gucci, is the so-called holidays invented by those advertisements just to drive mass consumption.Seeing my family members fall into this trap gave me a big headache.Celebrating Christmas, let’s say it in the past when necessary, although Santa Claus is an invention of a chain store in the United States, but those Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Grandmother’s Day, Halloween, St. Patrick’s Day, Valentine’s Day, and Russian New Year, Chinese New Year, New York Teaspartame Days, Special Offers Fairs, and more, you name it!Before long, the calendar will be filled with brands, and the daily saint's name will be replaced by three hundred and sixty-five logos! " "Look, Boss, it looks like I'm using the aggressive method correctly. I also hate Halloween. We used to have an All Saints' Day festival, and I don't know why I went to the other side of the ocean to find such a festival." "Well, because they're just the opposite. On All Saints' Day, we visit the dead; on Halloween, the dead visit us. It's certainly cheaper, and requires no effort. It's all there: Death is knocking at your door! This is what people love!Dead men are salesmen, like postmen trying to sell you post office calendars. " "I think people say they miss their loved ones, but they really like the opportunity to dress themselves up as monsters and put candles in pumpkins. But let me remind you that in the festivals just listed, you forget One of the largest commercial festivals: wedding. Every year from January, intensive advertising campaigns and various promotional activities revolve around this theme: the white boutique posters of Spring Department Store, the wedding list of Galeries Lafayette and Haoshangjia Department Store, all women Magazine covers, chatter on the radio and TV, etc. These young couples, as if brainwashed into believing that we get married because we are in love, because we want to find happiness. Actually, people just want to sell them dishwashers, bath towels, coffee makers, sofas, microwaves..." "Look, this reminds me of something...Octave, do you remember that Barilla advert? The word 'happiness' was in the ad you suggested?" "Ah, by the way...the legal department told us we couldn't use that word, is that it?" "Yes. Because, the word 'happiness' has been patented by Nestlé as a brand. Happiness belongs to Nestlé!" "It doesn't surprise me, did you know that Pepsi wants to patent 'blue'?" "what?" "Hey! That's true! They want to buy the color blue and keep it for themselves, and that's not all, and they fund a teaching project that uses multimedia CD-ROMs, and distribute the CDs to elementary schools for free. That way, the kids are Studying their lessons on Pepsi's computer, it is customary to read the word 'thirst' next to the color 'Pepsi'." "When they looked up at the Pepsi sky, their Pepsi eyes sparkled; when they fell off their bikes, their legs were covered in Pepsi bruises." "It's the same thing with Colgate toothpaste: They give teachers a videotape teaching kids to brush their teeth with that brand of toothpaste." "Yeah, I've heard that too. L'Oréal does it with their Petit Dop shampoo. It's not enough to wash your brain, you have to wash your hair." Philip broke out into an exaggerated laugh, but that did not prevent Octave from continuing: "Seeing that you are also interested in these things, I am relieved..." "I know it well. If nothing else, advertising will take all the place. It has become the only ideal. It is not nature that fears the void, but expectation." "This is horrible. Stay away, we finally got a chance to chat and I have an even better story for you. When advertisers don't know how to sell, they order a packaging improvement , to prove that their high salaries are not for nothing. They pay high prices for packaging companies to remake their products. They have countless meetings. One day, I was in an office of Kraft Jacobs Sucher, and a A guy with a cut head, Antony. Posha, or Pengsha, or Poda, in short, similar names... "Puda. " "Yes, that's the name, Puda. It's memorable. He showed me the various trademarks that had been suggested to him. He didn't know which one to choose, and wanted my opinion. It was a climax; he felt not only useful but important. There were papers all over the floor. I sat across from him in the building in Velizy, France's Silicon Valley district. He was clean-shaven and wearing a Titties with Tintin and Snowy and I just got off the 'High' with a gram of white powder. We drank cold coffee served breathlessly by an old secretary who hadn't had sex in thirty years. I stared at him At this moment, I felt that he began to doubt, and for the first time in his life, he asked himself what he was doing here. I told him to choose one at random. He then murmured: "One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight tigers... ...' Like a lottery, I chose one.Today, this trademark is placed on the shelves of supermarkets in Europe.This fable is wonderful!Our packaging is determined by lottery. "But by this time, Philip was long gone. He didn't like being dragged back to bite the hand that fed him. He avoided prolonged encounters. His way of expressing his displeasure was "a monthly self-mockery at Fugger's. "That's why he dozed off earlier and earlier in the morning. Octave breathed the hot air.The sailboat sailed noiselessly across the harbour.The girls at the company all want to be models and strong women like Iman.Bowie-like, with their hair tied up in little braids, and as a result, they just end up looking like old-fashioned boobs.Derek.On Judgment Day, all advertisers will be withheld to settle the ledger.Octave could only be found partially responsible.He was just part of the machine, a cowardly employee, and one who had been skeptical.The time he spent in a health facility in East Melbourne would certainly have earned him a reduced sentence and a jury's clemency.Besides, contrary to Malone, he had never won the Golden Lion at Cannes. He calls his platonic whore Tamara while thinking about Sophie, the fucking kid he won't see again. Too many people were absent from his life. "Did I wake you up?" "Last night, I picked up a guest at the Palace Hotel," she crackled, "you don't know, he has that thing like a child's arm, I almost had to use a crowbar." allow!'" "what is this?" "Oh, well, it's nothing, so as not to pay the phone bill. They run commercials so you can call for free." "You signed this horrible thing?" "'Castorama, tools and materials, everything, Castor Castorama.' Yes, you can always get used to it. You see, I'm used to it. Oh, yes, last night The guy, thankfully he's totally intoxicated, but he still rides like a pony, I promise you. Of course, I gave him a mini strip on the bed too, and he asked if I could get on my feet Scratch on top, and then we watched TV together, and I finally came out unscathed. 'Supermarket Inter, the swordsman of distribution.' What time is it?" "Three o'clock in the afternoon." "Wow! Geez, I'm so tired. I was at the 'Banana Bar' at seven o'clock this morning, a ball of burlap with false eyelashes stuck to my teeth. How about you? Where are you? Is everything ok ?” "I'm in Senegal. I miss you. I'm reading The Expansion of the Whore's Field." "You stop teasing me, I'm going to spit in my handbag. 'Kayo Kayo Kayo, the lights listen to the heart'. Don't you want to call me later?" "Are you holding your phone to your ear? Be careful! Cell phones can cause chromosomal fission. They experimented on mice: the death rate of mice exposed to cell phone radiation increased by 75%. I bought a headset, and I suggest you buy one too. I don't want to have a brain tumor." "But, Octave, aren't you out of your mind? 'Shopping Continental, a winner.'" “对不住，你那些标语口号还真让我受不了。我得挂了。接着睡吧，我的小羚羊，我的柏柏尔人，我的《马拉喀什的警报》。” 现代人的问题不是他们的恶毒。相反，总体来说，为了一些实际原因，他们还是更希望表示友善。他们只是憎恨无聊。无聊让他们诚惶诚恐，然而，若能独自或和别人一起享受那些停滞的时间、讨厌的片刻，或者因为烦恼而发一阵呆、犯会儿傻，没有什么能比这更具有建设性，更伟大的了。奥克塔夫明白了：无聊才是真正的享受主义。只有无聊才能让人享受现在，可是人们似乎都奔往相反的方向。为了逃避无聊，西方人求助于电视、电影、互联网、电话、电脑游戏，直至一本简单的杂志。他们从来不集中在他们所做的事上，他们只是间接地活着，就好像满足于在此时此地生息是件可耻之事。当我们坐在电视机前，在网上，或拿着手机说话时，我们并不在我们身处的地方，我们在别处。我们也许并没有死亡，但我们也没有在生存。计算一下我们每天有多少小时是在别处度过的，这倒满有意思。别处，只有在那里我们才存在。所有的机制都将我们登记成缺席的订户，要摆脱这个身份将比登天还难。所有批评这个作秀的社会的人家里都有电视机。所有蔑视消费社会的人手里都拥有一张信用卡。在这种状况下，一切都纠缠不清。其实，自从帕斯卡以来，什么都没有改变：人们继续投入消遣娱乐来逃避对未来的焦虑不安。只是如今消遣娱乐无处不在，以致于它代替了上帝。然而怎样才能逃避这消遣娱乐？只有直面焦虑与不安。 世界并不真实，除了它让人厌烦的时候。 奥克塔夫在一棵椰树下，兴味盎然地自我无聊着。他此时的幸福在于观赏两只蛐蛐儿正在沙子上交尾。他喃喃自语：“如果有一天，人人都接受厌烦的话，这世界就有救了。” 他脆弱的无聊被爱嘟哝的马克。马隆涅打扰了。 “哎，你真的跟索菲结束了？” “是啊，不过，我也不大清楚……你为什么问我这个？” “不为什么。我能跟你谈会儿话吗？” “即使我说不行，你还会跟我谈，而且，出于上下级的原因，我还一定得听你的。” “这倒是。那你最好闭嘴。我看了你们卖给'清丽佳人'的分镜头图了，简直是个灾难。你们怎么能搞出这么个烂玩意？” “你说什么呢，马克？是你叫我们在这个项目上撮堆牛粪的。” “我？我从来没这么说过。” “你得了健忘症了？我们十多个提议都被拒绝，你甚至跟我们说，应启动紧急救援计划，终极时刻牛粪……” “对不起先更正一下，你才是刚从戒毒所出来的瘾君子，别乱换角色，行不？ 我知道我对我的创意人员说了什么。我从来不可能会让你们向这么一个给公司充脸面的客户提供这么个烂东西。我再也不能忍受那些晚餐会上的耻辱了。 '清丽佳人，只剩大脑不轻飘'。你骗谁啊？ " “别这么说，马克。虽然你那可怜的诚意让人吃惊，但我们认了，反正我们习惯了。只是，'清丽佳人'的文案已卖出去了，它已经过了测试，而且已经开了两次前制会，要全部改动的话有点晚了。我好好地考虑过，而且……” “我雇你不是让你来考虑的。尽善尽美是我们永远无法摆脱的威胁。只要片子还没播出，我们总能修改。所以，我今天告诉你：你和查理，你们两个一定要去想尽一切办法给我把这个拍摄本子改了。妈的！这可关系到罗瑟的形象！” 奥克塔夫不得不承认并闭上了嘴。他很清楚，让他的创意总监担忧的并不是什么罗瑟的形象，而是他那把即将成为弹射座椅的交椅。刚才，菲利普来找他说几句，那一定是因为麦多纳给他施加了极大的压力。这情形有点像'抢位子'的淘汰游戏。换言之，今晚，塞内加尔的空气中弥漫着炒鱿鱼的气味，不幸的是，奥克塔夫意识到这气味跟他无关。 第二天晚上，活动的主持人组织了一次到非洲热带丛林的出游，目的就是为了让他们那些签了无限期聘约的职员相信有机会逃出他们的豪华监狱，去了解当地的真貌。他们乘着吉普车，来到玫瑰湖边，欣赏了一场非洲舞，美餐了一顿烤羊肉，结果，当然是什么真貌也没看到。反正他们即使出门，也只是为了核查一下这风景是不是符合旅行社提供的宣传册里头的照片。旅游业把旅游者变成了监查员，把发现变成核对，把惊讶变成定位确认，把自助旅行者变成眼见为实的圣。 Thomas.但奥克塔夫总算让蚊子吃了个饱。如果把防蚊剂忘在饭店房间里的话，人们起码还可以来个小小的冒险。 晚饭后，开始了一场塞内加尔式的格斗，对阵双方是一身鳄鱼牌的研讨会会员和装束犹如《人猿泰山》土着的人造部落的武士。可以趁此机会，欣赏马隆涅穿着袋鼠牌内裤在胶泥上翻滚。非洲战鼓阵阵作响，猴面包树叶影绰绰，还有月亮、星星，味如汽油的葡萄酒，公关女子的露齿大笑，角落里孩子们饥饿的眼神，卡萨芒斯草原的热气，小米饭的辛香。此时奥克塔夫重新涌起拥抱天空的冲动，感谢宇宙赋予他存在，尽管是暂时的。 他喜欢这种无时不在的潮湿，它能让手指在皮肤上滑动，让吻更加火辣。当一切都没有意义时，每个细节则开始具有价值。摆脱，对于一个上瘾者来说是最基本的生机。奥克塔夫本是被动地参加这次强制旅行的。而此时在这里，他贴近了崇高、接触了永恒、抚摸了生命、超越了荒谬、领悟了单纯。一个外号“金矿” 的毒贩前来交割他每天用的大麻后，他四肢伸开躺在沙滩上，一边含糊不清地唤着那个让他呼吸中止的名字：“索菲……” “爱情跟心脏这个令人反感的、装满血液的水泵式器官本没有任何关系。爱情首先压迫的是肺脏。人们不应该说'我的心都碎了'，而应该说'我的肺都窒息了'。肺脏是最罗曼蒂克的器官，所有的情人都得肺结核：契柯夫、劳伦斯、肖邦和乔治。奥威尔，还有圣女里修圣德兰，他们都死于肺结核不是巧合。至于卡缪、莫拉维亚、布达尔、玛丽娜。巴斯特塞夫和曼殊菲尔比，如果他们不曾染上肺结核，能写出同样的书吗？另外，你们一定要知道，茶花女并不是死于心肌梗塞，这种惩罚应该留给那些身负重压的野心家们，不应给那些狂热的多情善感之人。 奥克塔夫的思绪继续在翱翔，一边继续自言自语：“所有人深处都藏有一个正在沉睡的爱情的痛苦，没有碎过的心就不是一颗心。肺正等待肺结核让它感觉到它的存在。我是你们得了肺结核的情感教师。人们的胸腔中，应该长出一朵睡莲，犹如维昂的小说《生活的泡沫》里的克罗依，里的苏莎夫人。当我晚上醉醺醺地回来的时候，我喜欢看着你入睡，尽管你是假装。我数着你的睫毛，有时，我觉得你好像在对我微笑。一个坠入爱河的男人喜欢看他的女人睡觉，喜欢看着她到达高潮。索菲，在这千里之外，你能像移动公司SFR 的广告那样，听见我的这些话吗？为什么人们一定要在分手时才发现他们其实相爱？你难道不明白，我对你的要求，就是让我受点肺腑暂时平静的折磨，就像刚开始那样。” 但此时，胸脯高高的奥蒂尔和其他几个赤条条的打字员过来了。她们正轮流吸着一个大麻烟斗，说着下流猥秽的玩笑话：“四个人吸真痛快。” “我一个劲地吸，但什么都吸不出来。” “你肯定你咽下去了？” “我们同意再来一回，不过你得先把它洗洗。” 这些话听起来显得粗俗不堪，但放在上下文里，也确实滑稽好笑。 那些男职员都把毛衣搭在他们的肩膀上，有的简单地系了一下，有的随意搭在他们粉红色的拉夫。劳伦的Polo衫上。奥克塔夫认为这是不可忍受的，他自己恼火起来：“这些把毛衣围在脖子上的人都出了什么毛病？本来只有两种可能性：要么天冷，我们套上毛衣；要么天热，我们把毛衣放家里。把毛衣围在脖子上，是胆怯的表现，是无能做出一个决定，是惧怕穿堂风、短视和软弱，是炫耀雪特兰羊毛（因为，这些先生们显然吝啬得不会去买羊绒）。他们把个章鱼似的东西软塌塌地围在脖子上，因为他们不能决定适时的穿着。所有把毛衣搭在肩膀上的人都是胆小鬼、粗鄙之徒和无能之辈。小姐们，发誓要像提防鼠疫那样防着这帮家伙，对肩挎毛衣的独裁说不！” 又过了一夜，一天，还有一次在吊脚楼的龙虾烧烤。谁还在谈非殖民化？没有什么能比国际广告更具有殖民性了。耐克、可口可乐、Gap 和卡尔文。克莱早就取代了法国、英国、西班牙和比利时，并深入到世界上最偏僻的角落。而且，那些黑人们只能享受些残汤剩渣：仿造的耳机、假冒的劳力士手表和鳄鱼衬衫，那上面的小鳄鱼洗一次就会脱掉。玫瑰红葡萄酒虽有些刺嗓子，但我们不就是为此而来的吗？我们八个人喝了十七瓶。查理更是肆无忌惮，他像个疯子一样参加饭店组织的所有活动，拉火车，卡拉OK，穿湿衣比赛，给那些喊着“礼物！礼物！” 的当地小孩分发麦当劳玩具。 奥克塔夫明白，一到星期一，这个谎言就将结束。但当一个谎言完结的时候，并不意味着我们就此回到真实。注意：一个谎言后面还会藏着另外一个。 damn it!这太复杂了，我们若不提高警惕，不出两秒钟就会上当受骗。 查理拍着正递给他大麻烟的奥克塔夫的背说：“你知道吗？百事想买下蓝色。” “查理，我当然知道了，而且幸福已属于雀巢。你以为呢？我可是紧跟时事……” “不错。你看看这个！（他晃着一份《世界报》）我还有段更精彩的给你写书用：媒体调查机构刚刚完成一套新的公众调查体系：就是在一个内部装有红外线摄像机的盒子，专门监测目光的移动，另外，是一只安了个话筒、处理器和一个记忆体的手表，专门记录耳朵的活动。他们终于可以知道消费者在家都看什么，听什么，而且不仅仅是在电视机前，还在车里，超市，任何地方。老大哥在看着你。” 查理狠吸了一口大麻，呛得直咳嗽。奥克塔夫则笑得死去活来。 “咳吧，城墙先生，咳吧！这是件最值得做的事。总之，乔治。奥威尔幸亏得了肺结核，免了他活到今天来看他当初是多么英明正确。” 促动研讨会开始呈现出一种集体乌托邦：我们之间突然都平等了，奴隶和老板平起平坐，犹如一个社会狂欢。但这只是第一晚如此，因为，从第二天上午开始，就形成了大小宗派集团，人们不再相互混合，除了夜晚在走廊里交换房间钥匙以外：滑稽戏因而成为惟一的乌托邦。一个烂醉的法律部女职员在花园里蹲着撒尿，一个女秘书因没人愿意理她而独自进餐；一个服镇定药的女艺术总监，一旦喝多了，就向人们的脸部攻击，而且绝对暴力：煽耳光、乌眼拳，奥克塔夫的衬衫都被她扯破了。其实，这次旅行中，没有一个人是正常的。企业里的生活使得学校里的那些课间残酷游戏得以再现，而且更加激烈，因为没有人庇护你。过分的恶作剧，无理的攻击、性骚扰以及为了权势而展开的种种勾心斗角。一切都被允许，小学校课间休息时操场上所发生的暴力一幕幕地又展现在你眼前。广告里虚假的轻松气氛，使学校时代的恶梦以千倍的规模再次发生。所有人都好像只有八岁，因而可以粗暴地对待所有人，而且，还要以微笑来接受这一事实，否则，你就“不够酷”。病入膏肓者恐怕就是那些自以为最正常的人：那些坚信成为副总裁绝对是合情合理的副总裁们，那些坚信没有成为总裁绝对是逆情背理的客户经理们，还有等待退休的采购部负责人，正在油锅上的老板们，那些酒后就兴致勃勃的总裁们。咦，杰夫哪去了？奥克塔夫在这次旅行当中一直没看见他。真可惜！这位精神受到打击的客户主管应该可以就似乎正在折磨罗瑟领导层的焦虑恐慌向他提供些信息。臭大粪杜勒一定又在他们背后戳刀子了。 沙滩上，奥克塔夫欣赏着汗津津的女孩身上沾的沙粒，她们腿上的乌青，膝盖上的擦伤，都让他感动得痛哭流涕；再吸一口，他就能爱上一块肩胛骨了。每天，他都需要定量的美人痣。他吻奥蒂尔的胳膊因为她用“迷惑”香水。他长时间地向她絮叨她的胳膊肘：“我爱你那朝向未来的肘。让我欣赏你的肘，你不知道它具有何等的力量。我偏好那属于你的肘。点根烟吧，把火贴近你的脸。如你愿意的话，可以试试分散我的注意力，但你不能阻止我吻你的肘。你的肘是我的救生圈，你的肘救了我的命。你的肘存在，我已跟它相识。我把我的身体交给你的肘，它让我渴望哭泣。你的肘是一块骨头上面一块皮肤，皮肤有些磨损，是你小时候让它流了血。过去，我可以吻那上面常有的小伤疤。一个胳膊肘没什么大不了的，但是，我仍徒然地寻找它，因为此时此刻，我看不到什么别的让我活下去的理由。” “你真是个可爱的小宝贝。” “舔你的肘已让我十分满足了。死亡可随之而来。” 他宣称：“奥蒂尔的肘是我阿喀琉斯之踵？”「希腊神话中的英雄，他的身体除了没有浸到冥河水的踵部，一概刀枪不入。太阳神阿波罗知道了他的弱点，用箭射中阿喀琉斯的踵部将其杀死。“阿喀琉斯之踵”比喻致命的弱点」然后把奥蒂尔的背当作写字台，这位晒得黑黑的情痴，给索菲写了一张明信片：亲爱的迷惑，你能否不辞劳苦，来把我从我自己这里救出去？否则，我就把脚放入水中，并把手指放进电源插座。世界上存在比和你在一起更难熬的事，那就是和你不在一起。come back.若你回来，我就送你一部新型甲壳虫车。对，我同意，这个建议是有点笨，但这是你的错。自从你走了以后，我变得越来越严肃了。 我终于明白不存在一个像你这样的女孩。我做出了一个结论，那就是我爱你。 最后不用签名，索菲认得出这种个人风格。明信片刚一寄出，奥克塔夫就后悔没在信中下跪求她：“救命我做不到我无法摆脱你索菲我们已经不在一起这简直不可能若我失去你我将失去一切”。见鬼，五体投地，伏在她脚下，这才是他应该做的，尽管他连这也做不到。 在索菲以前，他勾引女孩子时，常责怪她们的睫毛是假的，她们否认，他就让她们闭上眼睛，他好查明，就此趁机去吻她们发亮的嘴唇。还有那个卡车游戏：“说'卡车'。” “卡车。” “叭叭！”（就势在她们的胸脯上按喇叭）另有那个打赌：“我打赌我能摸到你的屁股但不会碰到你的衣服。” "Well." “我输了（同时把手放在她们的屁股上）。” 当然，还有那个“Tequila 嘣嘣”：让女孩用牙咬住一块绿柠檬，在她手上倒些盐，然后舔点盐，喝干杯子里的Tequila ，随后到女孩的口中去找那块绿柠檬。如此来过三巡后，柠檬一般就被舌头代替了。 出乎意料的是，这些诡计把戏都很灵验。跟索菲则完全不同。最初，他让她相信他的确对她感兴趣，她也装模作样地听着。他们最终相信了他们没有向对方明说的东西。一天，她问他：“你为什么什么都不说？” “当我什么都不说时，这是好迹象，表示我惶恐不安；当我惶恐不安时，这是好迹象，表示我心烦意乱；当我心烦意乱时，这是好迹象，表示我坠入情网。 而当我坠入情网时，这是个坏迹象。 " 他当时爱她，是因为她已婚。他爱上她是因为她不是个自由身。他当时跟她一起在TBWA广告公司工作，却不能拥有她。他当时爱她也是因为他当时也是已婚。 这是个禁止的爱，隐秘，下流。他对她的爱犹如对那些所有我们没权力勾引的女人们的爱：他的母亲、他的姐妹、他父亲的未婚妻，还有他不可能的初恋和单相思。爱情就像多米诺骨牌，第一次坠入情网后，会连带其他所有的都一起倒塌。 他渴望她犹如童年时渴望所有那些漂亮的女孩们那样，也就是说她并不知情。后来他对她说：“当我坠入情网时，这是个坏迹象，”她好像并不惊讶。他约她午夜在艺术桥会面，从法兰西学院数第三个长椅，面向着新桥，那里，塞纳河张开双臂，奔向未来。之后，一切将是如此美妙犹如梦幻。的确，她只要来赴约，这就够了。 “请原谅，小姐，我能不能有您的电话，这样我以后好再跟您联系。” “当然可以，先生。” “叫我奥克塔夫吧。我想我爱上您了。您的乳房让我发疯，您不介意我的出轨吧？” “请便。只是，俗话说，开口前应三转其舌，您在讲话前，也请您先把您的舌头在我嘴里转七回。” “您有个去处吗？” 真可惜这么容易地就坠入情网。在那些有主的人身上常会产生情欲的爆发。 欢愉就是悬挂在婚姻的头上的一把达摩克利斯剑，随时都会落下。索菲带他来到公司位于新桥街的停车场。他们在一个黑暗、寂静的角落，在两辆公司用车之间，靠着混凝土的墙做爱。两人经历了有生以来都未曾有过的高潮。之后，她拿过他的手机，打上并存进她的电话号码：“这样，你就不会找借口说你丢了我的号码。” 奥克塔夫是如此爱她，以致于他们一分开，他的身体就开始跟他捣乱。他浑身是包，过敏，脖子上起红斑，胃绞痛，持续失眠。当大脑觉得可以控制一切时，心开始叛逆，肺开始抽空。所有否认他爱情的人都会成为病人和丑八怪。不能和索菲在一起，使奥克塔夫愈加丑陋，而且迄今一直如此。他缺的并不只是毒品。 “我的老二在喊饿！” 奥克塔夫冲着麦克风乱吼。奥蒂尔在摇摆着。在酒店里的夜吧，奥克塔夫负责放唱片。他面前有的只是些老迪斯科音乐，几张法国歌曲选辑，三张四十五转唱片。他也只能将就。时好时坏地，他利用他现有的资源，竟然也没让舞池空场，有时，甚至会有一首世界最好听的歌：“多美好，我们去逍遥；肩并肩，手挽手，我们唱着歌儿走。”这是艾萨。凯特的歌。但是奥克塔夫有时为了偷懒，干脆放《YMCA》。 “村里人就像葡萄酒，”奥克塔夫声称，“越老越好。” 只要不是马霞。贝拉的歌，其他什么都行。偶尔，当着她女朋友们面，奥蒂尔会紧贴着他，而当她们散去时，她也就离他而去。让她中意的不是他，而是他在她女友面前追她。在这个年轻与俊美的世界里，他觉得自己老迈与丑陋。他抓住她，握住她的手腕，恼火地说：“这些十八岁的惹火女孩真让人难以忍受。” “那也要比那些三十三岁离婚了的人强。” “我的年龄是惟一我不能为你改变的事实。” 他追逐众多的漂亮女孩子，为的就是避免问自己为什么这样干。答案他其实知道得很清楚，就是为了避免只和一个在一起。 之后，什么事也没发生。奥克塔夫把奥蒂尔带到他的房间。她步履踉跄。他躺在床上，她则钻进洗澡间。他听见她在呕吐，然后，她拉了抽水马桶，刷了牙，希望他什么都没察觉。当她在他面前脱得精光时，他假装睡觉，后来还真的睡着了。房间里弥漫着呕吐和含氟牙膏的味道。 在回程的飞机上，不幸发生了美发雪崩和除臭剂短缺事故。奥克塔夫高声朗诵着阿兰。德隆在歌星妲莉达的歌《话语》中的独白：奇怪我不知道今晚我是怎么了我看着你犹如初次我不再知道该对你说什么但你就是这个美好的爱情故事这个我永远读不完的故事你来自昨日，来自明日你来自永远我惟一的真实。 莫名其妙的是，话中的隐喻有时变成明喻。 “你就像那微风，拉响了小提琴，把玫瑰的馨香吹向远方。” 他这一代没有人敢如此讲话。 “对于我，你是那惟一的乐曲，能让星星在沙丘起舞。” 这些话曾经常常让他和他那些烂醉的狐朋狗友们发出疯狂的哄笑。为什么他们觉得可笑？为什么罗曼蒂克让我们如此浑身不自在？我们为我们的情感而羞耻，我们像是消灭瘟疫一样捕杀情感。 你是我禁忌的梦想我惟一的风暴我仅有的期望。 女秘书们在咯咯地笑着，但我敢保证，只要有这么个人，敢直视着她们的眼，对她们说“你是我的禁忌的梦想”，她们一定会在第一个这样说的人面前感动得痛哭流涕。也许她们笑是因为紧张。她们换了话题，谈着公司提供的优惠冲洗照片的价钱。她们提到上司时只用他们名字的第一个字母：“FHP 有没有跟PYT 说过这事？” “要去问问JFD.” “HPT 和RGP 的前制会开得不错。” “是，但LG和AD还没做任何决定。” 其余的时间，就是埋怨饭票的数目不够。奥克塔夫总试图比别人笑得更响，有时候他还真能做到。 隐形男人后，是无敌女超人。几天以后，在一架往相反方向去的飞机里，索菲正在念奥克塔夫的明信片，并不觉得好笑。她怀着他的孩子，可是她已不爱他了。一个月来，她在跟马克。马隆涅偷情。此时，她到塞内加尔，就是为了去与决定延长逗留的他会合。 起初，她的确痛苦万分。放弃一个还爱着的、尤其肚子里还怀着他的孩子的人，这需要超人的勇气，哦，不，更正一下，是非人的勇气：一种动物才有的勇气。这有点像用把加长的生了锈的欧皮耐尔刀，在毫无麻醉的情况下，锯断自己的一条腿。然后，她想报复。她的爱变成了恨。这正是她给奥克塔夫的老板打电话的原因，几年前，她曾经为他工作过。他请她吃饭，也就在那儿，她崩溃了，在西岸餐厅里，她哭泣着，道出事情的前前后后。马隆涅刚刚和他的模特女友分手，就他的情感时间表来说，此时正有个空挡。他们点了“凉拌新鲜扇贝”，而当奥克塔夫给索菲的手机打电话时，马克已开始跟她调情。 “喂，索菲吗？你为什么不回我的电话？” “我没你的电话号码了。” “什么意思？你没我的电话号码了？” “我把它从我手机里删除了。” “但为什么？” “因为它占地方。” 她挂了电话，关了手机，然后，在甜稠的巧克力酱上接受了一吻。第二天，她换了手机。 索菲删除占用她记忆的东西。 奥克塔夫对她与马克的暧昧关系并不知情。但即使他知道，他也应该感到满足，因为让老板给他戴绿帽子就等于一个间接的解雇。 索菲的飞机也没有坠毁，马隆涅在达卡机场迎接她。他们每天做爱一次，共持续了八天，对于他们的年龄来讲，这已是够多的了。两人都无忧无虑。他们喜欢在一起闲逛。在他们眼里，一切突然都显得那么简单，那么明了。随着年龄的增加，我们不是越来越幸福了，而是把要求标准调低了。我们容忍，我们说清什么不行，我们安详，即使是一秒钟的暂缓也要抓住。马克和索菲虽然在一起并不般配，可他们在一起却很完美，而这如今已经少见。只是，让他们心烦的就是一个破烂肥皂剧也叫《马克与索菲》。 但是，他们不是为了这个缘故就去寻死吧？或者真是？ don't go!广告过后，小说继续。 一个年轻的大胡子毒贩站在公共垃圾场中央，两手交叉在胸前。他周围，十二个客户围成一圈。他们穿着带帽子的绒衣、防雨夹克、棒球帽和肥大的短裤。 在这片垃圾场上，他们崇拜着他。 突然，毒贩说：“我实话对你们说，你们当中谁将丢给我一块奠基石？”他的一个使徒递给他一块可卡因。 “噢，主啊，这是1 克。” 此时，神圣的音乐响起，从天上射出一道亮光，照在那小小的白块上。我们的圣。毒贩举着它，大声说：“你就是基石。在这块石头上，我将建起我的乐园。” 然后，我们的长发超级巨星将手中的可卡因块碾成白粉。当他重新伸开手掌时，十二道白粉整整齐齐地排列在他手心上。 “拿去吧！都吸了吧！我把我的灵魂交给你们。” 这十二个使徒在一堆生活垃圾上，双膝下跪，齐声道：“哈利路亚！他变出了好几道。” 产品特写：一堆呈十字架状的白粉，上面插着几个麦管。 话外音广告词：“可卡因：尝试就是再尝试。”