“I feel like an elderly... «The Magicians»
LittleGhost22 марта 2017“I feel like an elderly docent,” Quentin said. “I already forget their names,” Alice said. “They’re like quadruplets.” “We should give them numbers. Tell them it’s a tradition.” “And then we could always call them by the wrong number. Freak them out. Or we could call them all the same thing. Alfred or something.” “Even the girls?” “Especially the girls.” They were sipping tepid leftover champagne. They were getting drunk, but Quentin didn’t care. From the pool room came the glittery tinkle of breaking glass—a champagne flute, probably—and then, a little later, the sound of a sash being raised and somebody throwing up, hopefully out the window. “The problem with growing up,” Quentin said, “is that once you’re grown up, people who aren’t grown up aren’t fun anymore.” “We should have burned this place down,” Alice said gloomily. They were definitely drunk. “Been the last ones out the door and then torched it.” “Then walked away with it burning behind us in the background, like in a movie.” “End of an era. End of an epoch. Which one? Era or epoch? What’s the difference?” Quentin didn’t know. They would have to find something else, he thought mazily. Something new. Couldn’t stay here anymore. Couldn’t go back. Only forward.
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