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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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`l'm just looking for some Gillette blades.'
'I don't know that brand but there are brand-new razors here to match all these sorts of blades.'
'No, I want my own sort. Double-edged. Stainless.'
`Wilkinson Sword, double-edged lifetime?'
'Maybe. Oh, here we are! - "Gillette Stainless - Buy Two Packs, Get One Free."
`Good. I'll shave you.'
'No, I can do it.'
A half hour later I settled back against pillows in a bed for a king's honeymoon. I had a fine Dagwood in my belly a Danish zombie nightcap in my hand, and I was wearing brand new silk pajamas in maroon and old gold. Pat took off that translucent peignoir in blue smoke that she had worn except while bathing me and got in beside me, placed a drink for herself, Glenlivet on rocks, where she could reach it.
Q said to myself, 'Look, Marga, I didn't choose this. There is only this one bed. But it's a big bed and she's not trying to snuggle up. You wouldn't want me to kick her out, would you? She's a nice kid; I don't want to hurt her feelings. I'm tired; I'm going to drink this and go right to sleep.')
I didn't go right to sleep. Pat was not the least bit aggressive. But she was very cooperative. I found one part of my mind devoting itself intensely to what Pat had to offer. (plenty!) while another part of my mind was explaining to Marga that this wasn't anything serious; I don't love her; I love you and only you and always will
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