🇺🇸 Learn English the Hard Way with “Fight Club”

Chances are you are looking for improving your English language comprehension through reading books.

I know the drill. Take me right to the sentences.

Feel like upping your game and start catching the slightest subtleties of English?

Look no further.

However, there is a catch.

 

Who is this article intended for?

For English language learners, as they, all too often, tend to skip a lot of subtleties while reading books / reading stories / reading comics / watching movies /watching game movies, thus slowing down and negating their language progress. I

The catch has to do with the “THE HARD WAY” of learning English, right?

I can’t promise improving your English through this article will be easy, but I promise it will be worth it, provided you work through ALL THE SENTENCES down below. And by the way, to make it even more challenging for you, no answers are given and you are to find them on your own. There’s a reason this article is called “Learn English the Hard Way”, don’t you think?

Still no clue what I’m supposed to do…

If you’re still not really sure what’s going on here, I highly recommend you read the description of “Learn English the Hard Way” challenge.

russia-flag Для чего эта статья и что нужно здесь делать?

По своему опыту могу сказать, что когда в освоении английского приходишь на всё готовенькое, то интеллектуально расслабляешься и не особо вникаешь в детали и тонкости языка.

А вот когда, мы “пропускаем язык через себя”…

  1. внимательное чтение книг, просмотр фильмов, т.д… не знаем, что то или то означает, почему так написано, вообще не догоняем, что происходит, значит отмечаем находку
  2. анализ “любопытных” предложений, конструкций, выражений (грамматика и прагматика наши лучшие друзья)
  3. прогонка проработанного материала через правое полушарие
  4. задействование “освоенных” предложений, конструкций, выражений на письме, в устной речи (идеально, с носителями языка)
    …то результаты будут совершенно иными, нежели чем “со всем готовеньким”.

А именно, выработка силы воли, языковой интуиции, внимательности, любопытства и реальное улучшение навыка английского языка.

Ниже представлены предложения, которые заинтриговали меня при прочтении книги / прочтении рассказа / прочтении комикса / просмотре фильма / просмотре игрофильма. То есть, я сделал первый пункт из четырех выше и поделился результатами с Вами. За Вами остаются остальные три.

 


If you feel like up to the challenge, then below is my list of the cherry-picked sentences with curious grammar and vocabulary findings from the book “Fight Club”.

Study hard!


and it’s only the beginning of his plans for revenge on a world where cancer support groups have the corner on human warmth.

and we hear glass breaking. Look over the edge. It’s a cloudy day, even this high up.

you look over the edge of the roof and the street below is mottled with a shag carpet of people

then a dark wooden desk pushed by the Mischief Committee emerges inch by inch from the side of the building until the desk tilts and slides and turns end-over-end into a magic flying thing lost in the crowd.

You have to tamp it good and tight with sandbags so the blast goes against the column and not out into the parking garage around the column.

while we watch another file cabinet slip out the side of the building and the drawers roll open midair

reams of white paper caught in the updraft and carried off on the wind.

and Tyler doesn’t want me around, not anymore.

maybe all these people are faking with their lesions and their coughs and tumors, even Big Bob, the big moosie. The big cheesebread. Would you just look at his sculpted hair.

between Bob’s new sweating tits that hang enormous, the way we think of God’s as big

Bob’s big shoulders made me think of the horizon.

pressed ear-to-ear, the way wrestlers stand, locked.

Worse than that, I can’t cry with her watching.

I went to my first support group two years ago, after I’d gone to my doctor about my insomnia, again.

The bruised, old fruit way my face had collapsed, you would’ve thought I was dead.

During the French Revolution, Chloe told me, the women in prison, the duchesses, baronesses, marquises, whatever, they would screw any man who’d climb on top.

Climb on top. Pony up, did I know. Screwing passed the time.

and cried as I watched the second hand on my watch go around eleven times.

This is how it is with insomnia. Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy.

Bob pancaked down on me.

Big Bob was a juicer, he said.

Strangers with this kind of honesty make me go a big rubbery one, if you know what I mean.

He had two grown kids who wouldn’t return his calls.

If I didn’t say anything, people in a group assumed the worst

The man still crying against her neck, Marla takes another drag on her cigarette

I’m buried under a sobbing carpet, and all of a sudden even death and dying rank right down there with plastic flowers on video as a non-event.

“Bob, I have to go to the can.”

In another picture, people calm as Hindu cows reach up from their seats toward oxygen masks sprung out of the ceiling.

Each suitcase has a handle on top. Pick one up, and you’ll dislocate a shoulder.

You’re standing between the two projectors and the booth is sweating hot from the xenon bulbs that if you looked right at them you’re blind.

his hair wet and stringy, hanging in his face

Chloe climbs hand-over-hand up the curdled lining of her own throat

was about to cab it home and find my flannel sheets shredded on the ground.

It looked like the guy was wearing a pilot’s uniform, white shirt with little epaulets and a blue tie.

And I wasn’t the only slave to my nesting instinct.

You could go up to the fifteen floor, the doorman said, but nobody could go into the unit. Police orders.

People with financial difficulties do this stuff. People who want out from under.

Oh, Tyler, please deliver me.

Fight club is not football on television. You aren’t watching a bunch of men you don’t know halfway around the world beating on each other live

I shake the guy’s hand and say, good fight. This guy, he says, “How about next week?” I try to smile against all the swelling, and I say, look at me. How about next month?

Two screens into my demo to Microsoft, I taste blood and have to start swallowing.

and half my face swollen from the stitches inside my cheek. The stitches have come loose, and I can feel them with my tongue against the inside of my cheek.

I’d hate to see what happened to the other guy.

My dad, he starts a new family in a new town about every six years. This isn’t so much like a family as it’s like he sets up a franchise.

You see this same guy here six months later, and he looks carved out of wood. This guy trusts himself to handle anything.

Marla didn’t know if her spirit could use the telephone, but she wanted someone to at least hear her last breath. No, but no, Tyler answers the phone and misunderstands the whole situation.

Like this is a big deal. I have two pair of black trousers.

The house is waiting for something, a zoning change or a will to come out of probate, and then it will be torn down

Big teetering stacks of magazines that get taller every time it rains

Marla lives in room 8G, on the top floor of the Regent Hotel, up eight flights of stairs and down a noisy hallway with canned television laughter coming through the doors

a thin, thin, buttermilk sallow arm slingshots out the door of room 8G, grabs his wrist, and yanks Tyler inside.

Tyler can hear brake squeals and sirens collecting out in front of the Regent Hotel.

Marla looks at me as if I’m the one humping her and says, “I can’t win with you, can I?”

I could drive to my boss’s house some night and hook a hose up to an outdoor spigot.

until the water is skinned over with a rainbow mother-of-pearl layer.

drink barrels of champagne and bellow at each other wearing diamonds bigger than I feel.

Tyler starts to take himself out and says, “Don’t look at me, or I can’t go.

Tyler says, “So, tell the banquet manager. Get me fired. I’m not married to this chickenshit job.”

Tyler shakes himself off over the soup tureen and says he’s run dry.

Marla leans inside the front door and shouts, “Knock, knock.” I’m reading Reader’s Digest in the kitchen. I am totally nonplussed.

Marla yells, “Tyler. Can I come in? Are you home?” I yell, Tyler’s not home. Marla yells, “Don’t be mean.

but for the first time since I’ve known him, Tyler had some oval play money. Tyler was making real bucks.

The cars are the beater first cars kids drive in high school

I can’t imagine Marla calling the police, but Tyler thought it would be good to sleep out, tonight. Just in case.

Tyler had showed the clerk Marla’s library card and signed Marla’s name to the telegram order, and yelled, yes, Marla can be a guy’s name sometimes, and the clerk could just mind his own business.

What really scared me wasn’t the telegram as much as it was eating out with Tyler

Never, no, never had Tyler ever paid cash for anything,

For no apparent reason, Tyler sent Marla’s mother a fifteen-pound box of chocolates.

“But Pumpkin,” Marla says, “I don’t have a freezer at the hotel, and you said I could.”

More than anything in the world right then, while Marla and I were standing in the kitchen, I didn’t want Marla to open the freezer.

I say, Marla, you don’t want to look in the freezer.

and Marla in her panties and wedgie

With one beer each, Tyler and I spread out on the front and back seats with me in the front seat.

the cost of retrofitting sixty-five hundred leather interiors

His eyes go side to side across the paper, and he giggles.

Mister Boss with his midlife spread and family photo on his desk

and standing appointment for a haircut every Tuesday after lunch

Is this some little game I’m playing on company time?

and this buttoned-down schizophrenic could probably go over the edge at any moment in the working day

The guy, I say, is probably at home every night with a little rattail file

his nagging, ineffectual, petty, whining, butt-sucking, candy-ass boss

I’ve been out in the field and seen the burned-up cars and seen the reports where CAUSE OF FAILURE is recorded as “unknown.”

and maybe the point is not to forget the rest of yourself if one little part might go bad. Marla says, “Might.

a medical student sprays a canister of liquid nitrogen on my d**k and eight medical students watched. This is where you end up if you don’t have medical insurance.

spray it with liquid nitrogen and you might as well burn it with lye, it hurts so bad.

If this might be the last time they saw you, they really saw you. Everything else about their checkbook balance and radio songs and messy hair went out the window.

“Madam, don’t flatter yourself. We couldn’t get even your burned-up head into that tiny thing. Go back and get an urn the size of a bowling ball.”

As long as the union kept sending a paycheck, he’d keep his mouth shut. Tyler said, “Think of this as early retirement, with pension.”

Right up the butt mister

The manager said he didn’t want me working here anymore, not the way I looked now.

“What we have to do, people,” Tyler told the committee, “is remind these guys what kind of power they still have.” This is Tyler’s little pep talk.

you might read in the newspaper about an unidentified man, downtown, jumping the driver of a Jaguar convertible and steering the car into a fountain. You have to wonder. Was this a committee proposal you could’ve drawn?

with their neatly combed heads thrown back, rummy without sleep but sober

Since most of my face never gets a chance to heal, I’ve got nothing to lose in the looks department

I said I felt like crap and not relaxed at all. I didn’t get any kind of buzz. Maybe I’d developed a Jones. You can build up a tolerance to fighting, and maybe I needed to move on to something bigger

that’s how many guys can sleep in the basement, if we put them in triple-decker army surplus bunk beds.

Tyler says he’s sorry he told the guy about training, but the guy is really too young, and would he please just go.

The space monkeys wait in quiet while I make my sandwich and take another bottle of vodka and go up the stairs

Is Tyler Durden building an army? That’s the word.

It’s not like I have a window at work. All the outside walls are floor-to-ceiling glass.

Reserve a conference room. Get all my ducks in a row. Update my resume. That sort of thing.

Touch the wires to each other, you complete the circuit to the starter solenoid, you got a car to joyride.

Three space monkeys are sitting in the back seat wearing their black shirts and black pants. See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil.

After fight club, you’re so relaxed, you just cannot care

Only if we’re caught and punished can we be saved.

A law is a law, Tyler would say.

Nothing matters. Not your bad breath.

The windows are dark outside and the horns are blaring around you.

“What,” he says, “what will you wish you’d done before you died?” (tricky tense)

you see how the game’s played. Fess up now or we’re all dead.

Too late, the truck swerves and the mechanic swerves but the rear of our Corniche fishtails against one end of the truck’s front bumper.

Go home, you said you just wanted to go home, please. No shit, I said. But after that, how did you want to spend your life?

and around midnight he was waiting for a night owl bus when I finally walked up and said, hello.

Fill in the blank. What does Raymond Hessel want to be when he grows up?

I’ve never been in here before tonight. “If you say so, sir,” the bartender says, “but Thursday night, you came in to ask how soon the police were planning to shut us down.”

There are guys with sideways noses

Every bar you go into, punched-out guys want to buy you a beer.

You’re such a flake. You love me. You ignore me. You save my life

I stick my finger through the hole in my cheek and wiggle the finger around. This should be good for enough major league pain to wake me up.

Your name is Tyler Butt-Wipe-for-Brains Durden.

The old bruised fruit way your face looks, you’d think you were dead.

But not to worry,” Tyler says. “Mister police commissioner shouldn’t be a problem,”

Last Thursday, you fell asleep, and I took a plane to Seattle for a little fight club looksee.

The whole attack took three minutes less than our best run-through.

Three space monkeys were on lookout.

Picture dozens of little plastic sandwich bags labeled with cities like Las Vegas and Chicago and Milwaukee where Tyler had to make good his threats to protect

I can’t bring myself to open the freezer.

Marla and I, we mass-transit from the Paper Street Soap Company to a window booth at the planet Denny’s, the orange planet.

Our waiter has a big goose egg on his forehead and stands ramrod straight, heels together.

Thank you. No clam chowder. Marla looks at me, and I tell her, trust me.

The next morning, I wake up bone tired and beat up, and I’m sure I haven’t slept at all.

I love everything about Tyler Durden, his courage and his smarts.

“Way too many amphetamines,” Marls says. “He was only nineteen.”

Thanks for sharing.

“… can we go shopping? We could get a nice car. Some clothes. Some CDs. There is an upside to all this free stuff”

Marla.

Okay, forget it.

The Paper Street Soap Company was backlogged on filling orders.

To everyone here, I’m Tyler Durden. Smart. Forceful. Gutsy.

I wrote those rules. None of you would be here if it wasn’t for me. And I say it stops here!

and two hundred hands clamp around every inch of my arms and legs and I’m lifted spreadeagle toward the light.

They’ll have a wall map of the city and trace my movements with little pushpins.

when I said I wanted out of my job, I was giving him permission. Be my guest.

then screw the bulb into a socket and let someone walk into the room and throw the switch

Mayhem will be their problem to solve, and I won’t be staring down a knife.

The cops come up the bus steps, the first cop saying, “You cut him yet?

the lights would go out for a minute and someone would fake getting killed. It’s supposed to be a fun let’s-pretend sort of death.

the whole building taken over by Project Mayhem. Smoke rolling out the windows. Desks falling into the crowds on the street. A real opera of a death, that’s what you’re going to get.

But I don’t want to go back. Not yet. Just because.

Hi. What’s happening? Tell me every little thing.


Wow, it seems you’ve made it to the end of this new-vocabulary-grammar-intensive article… But did you actually work through all the findings?  No shirking? Sweet! That’s what I call being persistent at mastering English!

 

russia-flag Вы дочитали и проработали статью до конца? Так держать!

Если Вы дочитали до конца эту статью, то я уверен, что Вы узнали много нового про английский язык (при условии, что Вы действительно проработали предложения выше).

Проработать так много материала это совсем не шутки, а вполне серьёзный подход к делу.

Теперь же дело за малым: эффективно всё перенести в речевой актив и начать всласть применять новые знания на практике (пункт 3 и 4, соответсвенно).

Спасибо за то, что уделили время.

Удачи в Вашем языковом путешествии!

 

I am crazy enough to do the whole nine-yards over again. Please bring me to the beginning of the sentences. Yeah!

Did you know that you are more than encouraged to go ahead and tell me in the comments section below how the whole process went?

With that, thanks for taking your time accepting the challenge, reading and working through the article.

Until next time!

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