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Любимые несчастливые концовки. Вспоминаю наугад.

• Я не знал, что есть на свете такая боль, и скрючился от
  муки, густая, красная буква "ю" распласталась у меня в
  глазах и задрожала. И с тех пор я не приходил в сознание, и
  никогда не приду.
  
• And my soul from out that shadow
  That lies floating on the floor
  Shall be lifted — nevermore.
  
• Сказали мне, что эта дорога меня приведет к океану смерти, и я с полпути повернул назад. С тех пор все тянутся передо мною кривые, глухие окольные тропы...
  
  (это, впрочем, не конец книги, но пусть уж будет)
  
• He saw the Jungle of his life and saw the lurking Beast; then, while he looked, perceived it, as by a stir of the air, rise, huge and hideous, for the leap that was to settle him. His eyes darkened — it was close; and, instinctively turning, in his hallucination, to avoid it, he flung himself, face down, on the tomb.
  
• Я поспешил закончить свою работу. Я вдвинул последний камень на место, я заделал его. Вдоль новой кладки я восстановил прежнее ограждение из костей. Полстолетия прошло с тех пор, и рука смертного к ним не прикасалась. In pace requiescat!
  
• But try telling Them. They of little faith.
  
  So I might as well stay here, wait and look at the hill.
  
  It's so beautiful.
  
• Дверь выбили. "Александр Иванович, Александр Иванович!" — заревело несколько голосов. Но никакого Александра Ивановича не было.
  

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I went out of the bar without looking back at her, got into my car and drove west on Sunset and down all the way to the Coast Highway. Everywhere along the way gardens were full of withered and blackened leaves and flowers which the hot wind had burned.

But the ocean looked cool and languid and just the same as ever. I drove on almost to Malibu and then parked and went and sat on a big rock that was inside somebody's wire fence. It was about half-tide and coming in. The air smelled of kelp. I watched the water for a while and then I pulled a string of Bohemian glass imitation pearls out of my pocket and cut the knot at one end and slipped the pearls off one by one.

When I had them all loose in my left hand I held them like that for a while and thought. There wasn't really anything to think about. I was sure.

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I flipped her pearls out into the water one by one at the floating seagulls.They made little splashes and the seagulls rose off the water and swooped at the splashes.