MONOGURUI bulbous-dress: (THE REVERSION)
10. SHOPPING-CHIC (unger's dream, in which hä conquers the world)
unger runs rapidly down the white hallway of the braun building roundedly with concerned expression in här eyes. these oku hallways connect, in fact, all the buildings of jersey city, where unger has found härself deposited by härself in search of a certain item. här white slippered feet pound the plastic floor violently: "ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt-" stopping at a white metal door for something overheard on metal hinges with black outline .. in medium gray letters "r.f." .. hä quietly approaches a miniature glass eyehole.
ingrid (to someone out of view behind här): ha. turn that stupid music off. all you ever do is talk, just shut your big mouth: blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. .. bu, uf, weirdo, exa, op, a you keep calling out to me, .. you keep, .. i like that. .. you come to the residence of my friend .. you kick my dog! i'm going to call in the guards. ok, bye… em it frif et ob, ec, omf, bye.
ingrid wears a sleeveless grey dress with white squares .. in each square is a black stenciled letter .. they spell out a story: "if any person be killed while feeling strong resentment, the ghost of that person will be able to take vengeance upon the killer. this the yamabushi knew. hä replied very gently,- almost caressingly":- … around här on the plastic white walls, made out only incompletely by unger, portrayed in black ink are extensive images reaching to the ceiling .. floor.
ingrid sits down on här bed with white .. gray patterned sheets .. opens up här stomach to examine här mechanical entrails, unbuttoning här grey dress with words: "'we shall allow you to frighten us as much as you please* after you are dead. but it is difficult to believe that you mean what you say. will you give us some sign of your great resentment* after your head has been cut off?' 'assuredly i will' answered the man. 'very well' said the yamabushi drawing the long sword:* 'i am going to cut off your head. directly in front of you there is a stepping*stone. after your head has been cut off, try to bite the stepping*stone. if your angry ghost can help you to do that, some of us may be frightened…. will you try to bite the stone?' 'i will bite it!' cried the man, in great anger,* 'i will bite it!* i will bite*' there was a flash, a swish, a crunching thud: the bound body bowed over the rice sacks,* two blood*jets pumping from the shorn neck:* .. the head rolled…"
that is as much as unger can make out from här view-point. hä continues on, walking slowly down the hallway talking to härself.
unger: i don't know, is it working? what am i going to do? shit. i think miyabë's on to me. or maybe hä's not. hä's so fucking trusting. that god-damn krit suspects, though, i know that. ok, well at least endre's in the fold, .. claas, maybe, but that one doesn't seem so reliable. god-dam-it-fucking fujima! how did hä fucking blow it?! how easy does it have to be? laid out right easy for här. shit, how we gonna get it back even. .. with miyabë locked down. 1st thing we need to break här out, that's fucking automatic, even though it's problematic yo. we can't get it fucking back without fucking miyabë, too many strings to pull not enough fingers. got to wait till the last moment to cut that one loose.
hä knocks quietly at room (0)48.
20 soldiers, armed to the teeth, arrange coffins in a field of poppies. they wear manganese blue uniforms with pink epaulets .. rifles slung across their backs. a couple of them are humming an unrecognizable tune to themselves. all of them look a little bored .. the general feeling is one of contrite distaste rather than regret.
unger looks at the gathered soldiers with sage compassion.
unger: alright boys, let's go home.
a pope-mobile waits for unger, the chauffeur watching här every move with adoration .. respect. unger steps up into its bullet-proof glass cage .. looks out over the soldiers who are lining up in their battalions behind the vehicle. when they are finished unger gives the signal for departure .. the pope-mobile drives slowly before the marching ranks of battle-wearied ground-troops. unger stands facing them .. här words are projected out to them by large speakers attached to the podium.
unger: as fellow revolutionaries we must unite. general mendoza will pay for här crimes!
unger places här hand at här somewhat disturbingly gaunt ribcage side in gloriously determined confident posture.
unger: no estes che gondelay. we must fight on until we've absolutely achieved the achievement of death to all carpetbaggers. the influx of carpet-baggetry into this world has become a veritable epidemic. if we don't fight it who will? if we don't fight it, who will? i ask you.
the soldiers: no one!!!
unger: yes! i fight, not for myself, but for the future of mankind. for peace. for a world of cultivation. for the triumph of the uber-will. when we are victorious, .. the world is in our hands, then i will ask for nothing. i scorn power! i laugh at ostentation! i mock the shallow depths of prestige! give me only mini-carnations .. i will walk away into retirement. after the victory, gentlemen, after the victory drink deep. drink that one last deep drink to the revolution. to fraternitie ou la mort. .. then- .. then, gentlemen, smash your wine-glasses .. renounce the fruits, the spoils. .. look instead to only nobleness .. truth. for those are that which will be our true reward. thank you.
unger's inspirational monologue complete, hä bows här head to the soldiers who burst into absolute pandemoniac cheering .. shouts of conviction. an attendant climbs up the side of the vehicle to provide unger with a folding chair .. unger immediately sits down .. wipes the sweat from här brow, looking out now over the forlorn approaching landscape.
hä quietly mumbles to härself .. brushes some dust off här pink overcoat with blue outline. with här other hand hä pushes distractedly up at här hair.
unger: ah, it is within our grasp. so close .. we've waited so long for this day. have we done enough? perhaps. ah, i am tired now. come on, old man, just one more final vigorous effort- you can rest afterward. all you want. the troops depend on your leadership .. comradery, the brave, bold way you say hello to each of them in the morning, .. pat them on the back for a job well-done at night. the confidence imbued in each .. every toenail. don't let down your guard now. i wonder what miyabë will say when i tell här about my victory. will hä be angry? hmmm. better to be happy. there's enough sadness .. melancholy in this world.
3 of the soldiers walk together in a fondly gathered group. they wear on their heads tightly enclosing white cashmere caps with white bow-tied string chin-straps. their voices carry with them the gentle tinge of a remembrance of tasks left unfinished .. they try with their words to reconstruct their brave forward-looking vision of the task at hand.
soldier (0)1: hä called out to me in an imploring voice, but there was nothing i could do. there was just too much. there were outcries on all sides. the last i saw of här was här face in a pose of complete .. sanguine indignation.
soldier (0)2: are you suggesting that it was somehow my fault? i should feel guilty? we don't have that luxury, pal. i thought that, too, when i first got here, that when i got out i would become a monk in that garage .. somehow reconstruct a state of tranquility, whether by destroying my memories or somehow recompensing for them. i don't think that way anymore, though. you don't think you get to bring this stuff back do you? there are certain things that simply don't leave here.
soldier (0)3: oh, i don't know. now .. again i'll still think about the getting out of it. is it hard? fuck yeah it's hard. but anyway it's worth it. hail .. farewell to grand supreme potentate .. ultimate generalissimo unger. to a dog the death of a dog.
meanwhile, unger who is truly .. so much in love with ingrid we must admit, is remembering fondly the torture hä underwent last year at the hands of här adversaries. chained to a wall, both feet .. hands .. head, .. blindfolded, hä takes it like a man as the bastards throw iron musket balls at här from close range. "uhf! ah! oooomph!" .. so on .. so on. hä can feel the pounding still in här stomach on rainy days. the truth is, not only does hä like it, more importantly hä simply considers it one of the trials .. tribulations particular to här chosen occupation of infopreneur. it just goes with the territory, hä's fond of saying, as a man, or woman as the case should be, whose business is gathering .. providing information, that at times you're going to have on your person information that you're not particularly willing to part with, .., moreover, there is also always likely to be those persons who would like to get their greedy little hands on that information, .. moreover moreover, they are likely to be quite more willing to resort to violence to get it than you might particularly care for, but fuck it, those are the breaks. that's what unger's fond of saying, anyway. who knows what hä really thinks in här heart of hearts.
hä puts on här co-conspiratorial hat.
unger: hey pal.
unger's attendant ambles on over to här side.
unger: so pal, do you know how to catch out a fake ghost?
the attendant shakes här head dutifully.
unger: well, you see, there are 2 kinds of ghosts. there are real ghosts .. fake ghosts that are just figments of your imagination. so if you want to know which is which you must get a handful of marbles. don't count them at all, just grab them randomly. now both kinds of ghosts will act like big-time know-it-alls, but the figment ghost, being fake .. really only a product of your own mind, will be limited to the knowledge of those things which you yourself know. so take your handful of marbles .. ask the ghost to give you an exact count. the real ghost will be able to answer correctly but the fake ghost won't.
the attendant looks at unger silently.
unger: what? aren't you going to thank me for the tip? that's really quite valuable information, you know. you could run into a ghost at any moment, .. trust me, i know from experience, then you're gonna want to know real quick-..-certain-like whether that fucking ugly as fuck frightful ghost is real or fake. the movimiento is accosted by adversaries from all sides. don't be certain by any means that some of them won't attempt to undermine our efforts via a super-natural method.
the attendant turns to walk away, unable to keep a straight face much longer, .. tired of humoring the ridiculous old man.
unger: wait. before you go, here's a parting gift.
unger sorts through här pack which sits at här feet, but is perhaps not perfectly organized because unger can't quite find what hä is looking for.
unger: uh? hmmm… i thought i had some indestructible rope in here to give you. wait just a moment.
hä keeps pulling out mistakenly other useless items from the pack, murmuring to härself frustratedly. the attendant waits patiently.
unger: ok.
.. unger pulls out a tightly coiled piece of indestructible rope .. hands it to the attendant.
unger: ok, you can go now.
the attendant meanders on off.
unger mutters after här in melodramatic refrain
unger: play, .. umf.
the radio is turned to 100.1 fm moscow as unger wanders out to the tidy little kitchen from här nap. natalia (0)2 washes dishes in här pin-striped sweat-pants. här short black hair is a god-damn mess.
natalia (0)2: radio qui ose!
unger: look… sorry about yelling at you like that. i've been under a lot of pressure of late, things i might not be able to explain quite so well.
natalia (0)2: realization du visuel. grand dans le rues de la capitale russe ce ete. sa frequence. photographe.
natalia (0)2 is a purveyor of artificial mini-carnations, but don't start weeping just yet. the reason i mention it is just a whim.
unger: i see you've taken up ikebana. i approve. everybody should have a hobby.
natalia (0)2: fermez la bouche!
.. hä furiously shows här a proud display of här middle finger.
unger: fuck off!
unger wanders off into the foyer .. puts the headphones on, grumbling myopically.
natalia (0)2 yells to unger from the kitchen.
natalia (0)2: so what is it that you're looking for?! …huh?! unger?! …fuck! what the fuck?! i'm trying to help. fuck you! fuck you fuck you fuck you. you consider yourself a real champion of super-modernism don't you. a champion of super-duper-dumbism, maybe. you can't even fucking spell. what a freak. you want to get married? huh?
unger, of course, it is easy to see, cannot hear a word of what hä is saying, having the earphones firmly over här head .. listening to the radio playing a program of basketball reportage. each time iverson scores unger smiles brilliantly because hä really loves the way that kid plays the game, the way hä takes it 100 mph every time up the court with abandon like the game is on the line from 00:01 to 48:00, playing the game with its true proper fervent desperation. .. the 76'ers are in good form tonight, playing tight defense .. letting their superstar go to work on o.
10. SHOPPING-CHIC (ヘーが世界を征服するアンガーの夢)
アンガーはブラウンの建物の白い廊下を、心配そうな目をした目で丸く走ります。 実際、これらの奥の廊下はジャージーシティのすべての建物を接続しており、ウンガーは特定のアイテムを探して自分自身によって預けられていることに気づきました。 白い滑りやすい足がプラスチックの床を激しく叩く：「ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt ptt-」白い金属製のドアで立ち止まって、黒い輪郭の金属製のヒンジで耳にした何か..中程度 灰色の文字「r.f.」 .. は、小さなガラスのアイホールに静かに近づきます。
イングリッド (här の背後にいる見えない誰かに向けて): ha. その愚かな音楽をオフにします。 あなたがすることは話すことだけです、ただあなたの大きな口を閉じてください：何とか、何とか、何とか、何とか、何とか、何とか、何とか、何とか、何とか、何とか。 .. bu、uf、wandero、exa、op、a あなたは私に声をかけ続けます.. あなたは続けます.. 私はそれが好きです。 .. あなたは私の友人の家に来ます.. あなたは私の犬を蹴ります！ 衛兵を呼びます。 わかりました、さようなら… em it frif et ob, ec, omf, bye.
イングリッドは、白い正方形のノースリーブのグレーのドレスを着ています..各正方形には黒いステンシル文字があります..彼らは物語を綴っています:「誰かが強い恨みを感じながら殺されれば、その人の幽霊は復讐することができるでしょう. 殺人者. これは山伏が知っていた. ハは非常に穏やかに答えた,- ほとんど愛撫.
イングリッドは、白い..灰色の模様のシーツを敷いたハーのベッドに腰を下ろし、ハーの胃を開けてハーの機械的内臓を調べ、ハーのグレーのドレスのボタンを外し、次の言葉で言いました。 死んだ.しかし、あなたが言っていることを信じるのは難しいです.あなたの頭が切り取られた後、あなたの大きな恨み*の兆候を私たちに示してくれませんか?」 「よろしい」と男は答えた.「よろしい」と山伏は長刀を抜いて言った.「あなたの頭を切り落とします.あなたの目の前に飛び石があります.あなたの頭が切られた後. 飛び石を噛んでみてください.もしあなたの怒っている幽霊があなたを助けることができるなら,私たちの何人かはおびえているかもしれません....あなたは石を噛んでみますか?」 「私はそれをかみます！」 「噛むぞ！*噛むぞ*」閃光、パシャッ、カチカチという音がした：縛られた体が米袋の上に屈み、米袋から2つの血*ジェットが噴き出した. 首が短くなった:* .. 頭が丸くなった…"
それは、ウンガーがハールの視点から理解できる限りのことです。 hä は独り言を言いながら廊下をゆっくりと歩き続けます。
unger: わかりません。うまくいっていますか? 私は何をするつもりですか？ たわごと。 miyabë は私に向いていると思います。 あるいはそうではないかもしれません。 ハはとても信頼しています。 なんてこったクリットが疑っていますが、私はそれを知っています。 わかりました、まあ、少なくとも endre は折り目に入っています.. claas かもしれませんが、それはそれほど信頼できるようには見えません。 クソフジマ！ どうやって吹き飛ばしたの?! それはどれほど簡単でなければなりませんか？ ハーにとって簡単にレイアウトされています。 くそ、どうやって元に戻すんだ。 .. miyabë をロックダウンした状態で。 最初に問題を解決する必要がありますが、問題はありますが、それは自動的に行われます。 弦が多すぎて指が足りない。 それを解き放つために最後の瞬間まで待たなければなりませんでした。
hä は部屋 (0)48 を静かにノックします。
徹底的に武装した 20 人の兵士が、ケシ畑に棺を並べます。 彼らはピンクのエポレットが付いたマンガンブルーのユニフォームを着ています.. ライフルが背中にぶら下がっていました. それらのいくつかは、認識できない曲を自分自身にハミングしています。 それらのすべてが少し退屈に見えます..一般的な感情は、後悔ではなく、悔い改めの1つです.
アンガーは集まった兵士たちを賢者の慈悲の眼差しで見つめる。
unger: よし、みんな、家に帰ろう。
教皇の携帯電話がアンガーを待ち、運転手は崇拝の念を持ってあらゆる動きを見守っています。 アンガーは防弾ガラスのケージに足を踏み入れ..車両の後ろに大隊で並んでいる兵士を見渡します。 彼らが終わると、出発の合図が出されます.. ローマ法王の携帯車は、戦いに疲れた地上部隊の行進隊の前でゆっくりと運転します. 演壇に取り付けられた大型スピーカーから、彼らに向かって言葉が投影されます。
unger: 仲間の革命家として、私たちは団結しなければなりません。 メンドーサ将軍がハール犯罪の代償を払う！
unger は、見事に決定された自信に満ちた姿勢で、やや不穏なほどやせ細った胸郭側に här の手を置きます。
unger: no estes che gondelay. すべてのカーペットバッガーに死の達成を完全に達成するまで、私たちは戦い続けなければなりません. この世界へのカーペットバゲトリーの流入は、真の流行となっています. 私たちがそれと戦わなければ、誰が戦うのですか？ 私たちが戦わなければ、誰が戦う？ 私は尋ねる。
兵士: 誰もいない!!!
unger: はい！ 私は自分のためではなく、人類の未来のために戦います。 平和のために。 栽培の世界へ。 超意志の勝利のために。 私たちが勝利したとき、..世界