JOHN FOWLES

The Collector - fragments
 

It haunted me. It kept me awake at nights, it made me forget what I was doing during the day. I stayed on and on at the Cremorne. It stopped being a dream, it began to be what I pretended was really going to happen (of course, I thought it was only pretending) so I thought of ways and means -- all the things I would have to arrange and think about and how I'd do it and all. I thought, I can't ever get to know her in the ordinary way, but if she's with me, she'll see my good points, she'll understand. There was always the idea she would understand.

 

Raluca Nebunoiu

John Fowles
 

Ma obseda. Ma tinea treaz noaptea, ma facea sa uit ce fac in timpul zilei. Am ramas la Cremorne mai mult timp. A incetat sa mai fie un vis, a inceput sa devina ceea ce pretindeam ca se va intampla in realitate (bineinteles, credeam ca doar pretind), asa ca am inceput sa caut modalitati si mijloace—toate lucrurile pe care trebuia sa le aranjez si la care sa ma gandesc si meditam la cum aveam sa o fac si asa mai departe. Ma gandeam: n-o sa ajung niciodata sa o cunosc in conditii obisnuite, dar daca ar fi cu mine, mi-ar vedea partile bune, ar intelege. Am crezut mereu ca ea ar intelege.