“Tyler aquireth me employment as a servant, but hither doth he press a blade between my parted lips and speak: “Ere the path arrives at life eternal, it must first pass through death.”
Yet before this didst occur, he and I were much joined by a friendship akin to brotherhood.
It is with a regularity borne all too common that I am queried: ‘Dost thou knowest Tyler Durden?’
Lacking all gentleness, the sharpened point of the blade at rest within the darkest cavern of mine throat, Tyler speaks, “Anon, anon. ‘Twill not be death that becomes of us.’”
“Tyler gets me a job as a waiter, after that Tyler’s pushing a gun in my mouth and saying, the first step to eternal life is you have to die.
For a long time though, Tyler and I were best friends.
People are always asking me, did I know about Tyler Durden. The barrel of the gun, pressed against the back of my throat, Tyler says, ‘We really won’t die.’”