Bateman只是一个概念,一种抽象的存在,而不是真正的“我”。真实的“我”并不存在,只有一个虚幻的躯体,一个幻象。即便我掩饰我冰冷的目光,即便你可以握住我的手,即便你能感受到我血肉的触摸,但我其实并不在那里。我的自我是被人为建构的,是一种偏离常规的存在。我是一个无依无附的人类个体,我的个性模糊不清,从未成型。)
“There
wasn’t
a
clear,
identifiable
emotion
within
me,
except
for
greed
and,
possibly,
total
disgust。
I
had
all
the
characteristics
of
a
human
being—flesh,
blood,
skin,
hair—but
my
depersonalization
was
so
intense,
had
gone
so
deep,
that