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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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. Don't bow down or offer worship. Just stand your ground and tell the truth. If you die, die with dignity.'
The guard who stopped us at the door was not human, - until I looked again and then he was human. And that Characterizes the uncertainty of everything I saw at the place Jerry referred to as 'The Branch Office'.
The guard said to me, 'Strip down, please. Leave your clothes with me; you can pick them up later, What is that metal object?'
I explained that it was just a safety razor.
'And what is it for?'
'It's a... a knife for cutting hair off the face.
'You grow hair on your face?'
I tried to explain shaving.
'If you don't want hair there, why do you grow it there?' Is it a material of economic congress?'
'Jerry, I think I'm out of my depth.'
'I'll handle it.' I suppose he then talked to the guard but I didn't hear anything. Jerry said to me, 'Leave your razor with your clothes. He thinks you are crazy but he thinks I am crazy, too. It doesn't matter.'
Mr Koshchei may be 'an 'It' but to me He looked like a twin brother of Dr Simmons, the vet back home in Kansas to whom I used to take cats and dogs, and once, a turtle - the procession of small animals who shared my childhood. And the Chairman's office looked exactly like Dr Simmons' office, even to the rlolltop desk the doctor must have inherited from his grandfather. There was a well-remembered Seth Thomas eight-day clock on a little shelf over the doctor's desk
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