| Музыка: |
Tool, Rishloo, Karnivool, Prisma, Effigy, Miosis, Soen, Redlake circus, Saturate, Parabelle, Evans Blue etc |
| Фильмы: |
Apocalypse Now, Mystic river, Naked lunch, Usual suspects, L. A. Confidential, Sunset Limited, Collaborator, Seven, Silent Hill, Enemy, Sicario, Prisoners etc |
| ТВ передачи: |
True detective, The bridge, Shadow line, Wayward Pines, Twin Peaks, Boardwalk Empire, Boston Legal, Better call Saul, The practice etc |
| Игры: |
Silent Hill, Amnesia, Penumbra, Evil Within, Dead Space etc |
| Книги: |
Slaughterhouse-Five, Mother Night, Breakfast of Champions, Master's voice, Solaris, Powrot z Gwiazd, Sledztwo, Der Prozess, Das Schloss, Страна чудес без тормозов и конец света, Пикник на обочине etc |
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| О себе: |
But they couldn’t touch him, he told Clevinger, because he had a sound mind in a pure body and was as strong as an ox. They couldn’t touch him because he was Tarzan, Mandrake, Flash Gordon. He was Bill Shakespeare. He was Cain, Ulysses, the Flying Dutchman; he was Lot in Sodom, Deirdre of the Sorrows, Sweeney in the nightingales among trees. He was miracle ingredient Z-247. He was—’Crazy!’ Clevinger interrupted, shrieking. ‘That’s what you are! Crazy!
‘—immense. I’m a real, slam-bang, honest-to-goodness, three-fisted humdinger. I’m a bona fide supraman'
‘Superman?’ Clevinger cried. ‘Superman?’
‘Supraman,’ Yossarian corrected.
‘Hey, fellas, cut it out,’ Nately begged with embarrassment. ‘Everybody’s looking at us.’
‘You’re crazy,’ Clevinger shouted vehemently, his eyes filling with tears. ‘You’ve got a Jehovah complex.’
‘I think everyone is Nathaniel.’ Clevinger arrested himself in mid-declamation, suspiciously. ‘Who’s Nathaniel?’
‘Nathaniel who?’ inquired Yossarian innocently.
Clevinger skirted the trap neatly. ‘You think everybody is Jehovah. |
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| Владение языками: |
English |
