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Robert Heinlein - Citizen Of The Galaxy
Atec Февраль 20 2008 18:00:37
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"You ain't foolin'. What gets me is that trader kid -- running around the Galaxy with all that 'burn-before-reading' between his ears. Shall I slide down and poison him?"
"What, and have to fill out all those copies?"
"Well, maybe Kris can wipe it out of his tender gray matter without resorting to a trans-orbital."
"Anybody touches that kid and Colonel Baslim will rise up out of his grave and strangle him, is my guess. Did you know Baslim, Stinky?"
"One course under him in psychological weapons, my last year at the Academy. Just before he went 'X' Corps. Most brilliant mind I've ever met -- except yours, of course, Pappy, sir, boss."
"Don't strain yourself. No doubt he was a brilliant teacher -- he would be tops at anything. But you should have known him before he was on limited duty. I was privileged to serve under him. Now that I have a ship of my own I just ask myself: 'What would Baslim do?' He was the best commanding officer a ship ever had. It was during his second crack at colonel -- he had been up to wing marshal and put in for reduction to have a ship again, to get away from a desk."
Stancke shook his head. "I can't wait for a nice cushy desk, where I can write recommendations nobody will read."
"You aren't Baslim. If it wasn't hard, he didn't like it."
"I'm no hero. I'm more the salt of the earth. Pappy, were you with him in the rescue of the Hansea?"
"You think I would fail to wear the ribbon? No, thank goodness; I had been transferred
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