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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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. 'Margrethe, have I told you today that I love you?'
'Yes, but not lately.'
'I do. You are not only beautiful, fair to see and of gainly proportions, you are also a fine cook.'
'Thank you, sir. I
'Do you wish to be admired for your intellectual excellence as well?'
'Not necessarily. No.'
'As you wish. If you change your mind, let me know. Quit fiddling with the remnants; I'll tidy up later. Lie down here beside me and explain to me why you continue to live with me. It can't be for my cooking. Is it because I am the best dishwasher on the west coast of Mexico?'
'Yes.' She went right on tidying things, did not stop until our picnic site was perfectly back in order, with all that was left back in the basket, ready to be returned to Amanda.
Then she lay down beside me, slid her arm under my neck - then raised her head. 'What's that?'
'What's -' Then I heard it. A distant rumble increasing in volume, like a freight train coming 'round the bend. But the nearest railway, the line north to Chihuahua and south to Guadalajara, was distant, beyond the peninsula of Mazatlбn.
The rumble grew louder; the ground started to sway. Margrethe sat up. 'Alec, I'm frightened.'
'Don't be afraid, dear; I'm here.' I reached up and pulled her down to me, held her tight while the solid ground bounced up and down under us and the roaring rumble increased to unbelievable volume.
If you've ever been in an earthquake, even a small one, you know what we were feeling better than my words can say
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