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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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Daytimes we swam and sunbathed and rode horseback and picnicked out in the hills. In making this enclave Jerry had apparently pinched off many square miles; we appeared to be able to go as far as we liked in any direction.
Or perhaps I don't understand at all how such things are done.
Strike out 'perhaps' - I know as much about operations On the God level as a frog knows about Friday.
Jerry had been gone about a week when Rahab showed up at the breakfast table with my memoir manuscript. Saint Alec, Lucifer sent instructions that you are to bring up to date and keep it up to date.-
`All right. Will longhand do? Or, if there is a typewriter around, I guess I could hunt and peck.ґ
'You do it longhand; I'll do a smooth draft. I've done lots of secretarial work for Prince Lucifer.'
'Katie, sometimes you call Him Jerry, sometimes Lucifer, never Satan.'
'Alec, He prefers "Lucifer" but He answers to anything. "Jerry" and "Katie" were names invented for you and Marga -ґ
'And "Sybil",' Sybil amended.
'And "Sybil". Yes, Egret. Do you want your own name back now?'
'No, I think it's nice that Alec - and Marga - have names for us that no one else knows.'
`Just a minute,' I put in. 'The day I met you, all three of you responded to those names as if you had worn them all your lives.'
'Mom and I are pretty fast at extemporaneous drama,' Sybil-Egret said. 'They didn't know they were fire-worshipers until I slipped it into the conversation
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