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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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. You can't pretend not to be satisfied with Pat; you've been shacked up with her for weeks. Shall I play back some of the sighs and moans?'
'You unspeakable cad!'
'Tut, tut, don't be rude to Me in My own house. You know and I know and we all know that there isn't any great difference between one female and another - save possibly in their cooking. I'm offering you one slightly, better in place of the one you mislaid. A year from now you'll thank Me. Two years from now you'll wonder why you ever fussed. Better accept, Saint Alexander; it is the best offer you can hope for, because, I tell you solemnly, that Danish zombie you ask for is not in Hell. Well?'
`No.ґ
Satan drummed on the arm of his throne and looked vexed. 'That's your last word?'
'Yes.'
`Suppose I offered you the chaplain job with your ice maiden thrown in?'
'You said she wasn't in Hell!'
'I did not say that I did not know where she is.'
'You can get her?'
'Answer My question. Will you accept service as My chaplain if the contract includes returning her to you?'
(Marga, Marga!) 'No.'
Satan said briskly, 'Sergeant General, dismiss the guard. You come with me.'
'Leftanright!... Hace! Forґd!... Harp!'
Satan got down from His throne, went around behind it without further word to me. I had to hurry to catch up with His giant strides. Back of the throne was a long dark tunnel; I broke into a run when it seemed that He was getting away from me
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