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. Her ambition is to make
Cleopatra look like a piker."
"And Ninon de Lenclos, and Rangy Lil, and Marie Antoinette, and Rahab, and
Battleship Kate, and Messalina, and you name her. I'm going to be the champion
nymphomaniac of the multiverse, beautiful as sin, and utterly irresistible. Men
will fight duels over me and kill themselves on my doorstep and write odes to my
little finger. Women will swoon at my voice. Every man, woman, and child will
worship me from afar and I'll love as many of them up close as I can fit into my
schedule. So you don't want to be my bridegroom, eh? What a filthy, wicked,
evil, stinking, utterly selfish thing to say! Angry mobs will tear you to bits
and drink your blood."
^Mistress Teena, that is not polite table talk. We are eating."
"You started it."
I tried to review the bidding. Had I started it? No, indeed, she-
Reb Ezra said to me in a prison whisper, "Give up. You can't win. I know."
"Mistress Teena, I'm sorry I started it. I should not have done so. It was
naughty of me."
"Oh, that's all right." The computer sounded warmly pleased. "And you don't
have to call me 'Mistress Teena'; hardly anyone uses titles around here. If you
called Minerva 'Dr. Long,' she would look around to see who was standing behind
her."
"All right, Teena, and please call me 'Richard.' Mistress Minerva, you have
a doctor's degree? Medical doctor?"
"One of my degrees is in therapy, yes
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