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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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. Pat -'
'Yes, dear?'
'The Lake bank can't be more than a furlong from here. But I can't smell any brimstone.'
'Notice how the breeze is blowing those banners? From anywhere around the Pit the wind blows toward the Pit. There it rises - incidentally slowing any soul arriving ballistically - and then on the far side of the globe there is a corresponding down draft into a cold pit where the hydrogen sulfide reacts with oxygen to form water and sulfur. The sulfur is deposited; the water comes out as water vapor, and returns. The two pits and this circulation control the weather here somewhat the way the moon acts as a control on earth weather. But gentler.'
I was never too hot at physical sciences... but that doesn't sound like the natural laws I learned in school.'
'Of course not. Different Boss here. He runs this planet to suit himself.'
Whatever I meant to answer got lost in a mellow gong played inside the suite. 'Shall I answer, sir?'
'Sure, but how dare you call me "sir"? Probably just room service. Huh?ґ
'No, dear Alec, room service will just come in when they see that we are through.' She got up, came back quickly with an envelope. 'Letter by Imperial courier. For 'You, dear.'
Me?' I accepted it gingerly, and opened it. An embossed seal at the top: the conventional Devil in red, horns, hooves, tail, pitchfork, and standing in flames. Below it:
Saint Alexander Hergensheimer
Sans Souci Sheraton
The Capital
Greetings:
In,response to your petition for an audience with His Infernal Majesty, Satan Mekratrig, Sovereign of Hell and His Colonies beyond, First of the Fallen Thrones, Prince of Lies, I have the honour to advise you that His Majesty requires you to substantiate your request by supplying to this office a full and frank memoir of your life
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