Главный герой "Blueeyedboy" обладает (а тут я долго колебалась между "страдает от" и "наслаждается") интересной психологической особенностью - синестезией, благодаря чему оттачивает своё сомнительное чувство юмора, играя словами, и иногда выдаёт достаточно неожиданные ассоциации. ‘You mean, like a s-super-sense?’ interrupted blueeyedboy, thinking vaguely of Spider-Man, or Magneto, or even Hannibal Lecter (you see that he was already moving away from the vanilla end of the spectrum into bad-guy territory).
Если про слова:
Manslaughter, they called it.
Interesting word – man’s laughter – coloured in shades of lightning-blue and scented with sage and violet.
I went on the pilgrimage. My mother, Adele, Maureen and I; Yours Truly in his colours, Ma regal, all in black, with a veil, reeking of L’Heure Bleue, of course, and carrying, of all things, a stuffed dog with a wreath in its mouth – putting the fun into funeral –
Execute. Interesting word, with its spiky wintergreen syllables. But the cute makes it strangely appealing; sentence to be carried out, not by a man in a black hood, but by an army of puppies . . .
Aww-cравнения:
Call me romantic, if you like. But I do believe in the perfect crime. Like true love, it’s just a matter of timing and patience; of keeping the faith; of not losing hope; of carping the diem, of seizing the day –
These things we feel – these things we sense – are deeply embedded inside us, like razor blades in a bar of soap: sharp, inexplicable edges that cut as keenly as beauty.
про интернет
про синий цвет
чай и злодейство))
про католичество
и про любовь))