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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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. The landscape was streaking past.
'Now,' said Mr Farnsworth, 'tell me about it.'
'Margrethe?'
'Of course, dearest. You must.'
'Jerry... we're from another world.'
'Oh, no!' He groaned. 'Not another flying saucer! That makes four this week. That's your story?'
'No, no!' I've never seen a flying saucer. We're from earth, but... different. We were hitchhiking on Highway Sixty-Six, trying to reach Kansas -'
'Wait a minute. You said, "Sixty-Six".'
'Yes, of course.'
'That's what they used to call this road before they re-built it. But it hasn't been called anything but Interstate Forty for, oh, over forty years, maybe fifty. Hey. Time travelers! Are you?'
'What year is this?' I asked.
'Nineteen-ninety-four.'
'That's our year, too. Wednesday the eighteenth of May. Or was this morning. Before the change.'
'It still is. But - Look, let's quit jumping around. Start at the beginning, whenever that was, and tell me how you wound up inside the fence, bare naked.'
So I told him.
Presently he said, 'That fire pit. Didn't burn you?'
'One small blister.'
'Just a blister. I reckon you would be safe in Hell.'
'Look, Jerry, they really do walk on live coals.'
'I know, I've seen it. In New Guinea. Never hankered to try it. That iceberg - Something bothers me. How does an iceberg crash into the side of a vessel? An iceberg is dead in the water, always. Certainly a ship can bump into one but damage should be to the bow
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