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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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I looked for the restaurant, and found it: EL RESTAURANTE PANCHO VILLA. Then while I watched, the wall on which the sign was painted crumpled and fell into the street. Dust rose up and concealed where it had been.
'Margrethe! It's gone. The restaurant. El Pancho Villa.' I pointed.
'I don't see anything.'
'It's gone, I tell you. Destroyed. Oh, thank the Lord that Amanda and the girls were not there today!'
'Yes. Alec, won't it ever stop?'
Suddenly it did stop, - much more suddenly than it started. Miraculously the dust was gone; there was no racket, no screams of the hurt and dying, no howls of animals.
The lighthouse was back where it belonged.
I looked to the left of it, checking on the moored aeroplanos -nothing. Not even the driven piles to which they should be tied. I looked back at the city - all serene. The basilica was unhurt, beautiful. I looked for the Pancho Villa sign.
I could not find it. There was a building on what seemed the proper corner, but its shape was not quite right and it had different windows. 'Marg - Where's the restaurant?'
'I don't know. Alec, what is happening?'
'They're at it again,' I said bitterly. 'The world changers.
The earthquake is over but this is not the same city we were in. It looks a lot like it but it's not the same.'
I was only half right. Before we could make up our minds to start down the hill, the rumble started up again
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