Life of Pi – extrait n°1ottobre 4, 2007
“The day I came of swimming age, which, to Mother’s distress, Mamajii claimed was seven, he brought me down to the beach, spread his arms seaward and said, “This is my gift to you.”
“And then he nearly drowned you,” claimed Mother.”
“In many ways, running a zoo is a hotelkeeper’s worst nightmare. Consider: the guests never leave their rooms; they expect not only lodging but full board; they receive a constant flow of visitors, some of whom are noisy and unruly. One has to wait until they saunter to their balconies, so to speak, before one can clean their rooms, and then one has to wait until they tire of the view and return to their rooms before one can clean their balconies; and there is much cleaning to do, for the guests are an unhygeninc as alcoholics. Each guest is very particular about his or her diet, constantly complains about the slowness of the service, and never, ever, tips. To speak frankly, many are sexual deviants, either terribly repressend and subject to explosions of frenzied lasciviousness or openly depraved, in either case regularly affronting management with gross outrages of free sex and incest.”
“Tigers are very dangerous.” Father shouted. “I want you to understand that you are never – under any circumstances – to touch a tiger, to pet a tiger, to put your hands throught the bars of a cage, even to get close to a cage. Is that clear ? Ravi ?”
Ravi nodded vigorously.
I nodded even more vigorously.
He kept his eyes on me.
I nodded so hard I’m surprised my neck didn’t snap and my head fall to the floor.