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Robert A. Heinlein - A Comedy Of Justice
Atec Февраль 27 2008 02:52:13
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My morals certainly had ceased to bind - or I could not have sat there with a glass of Devil's brew in my hand while I stared at naked female flesh.
I found that I had not even a twinge of conscience over anything. My only regret involved the sad knowledge that I could not handle the amount of alcohol I would have enjoyed. 'Easy is the descent into Hell.'
Mr Henderson stood up. 'We tie up in less than two hours and I have some figures to fudge before the agent comes aboard. Thanks for a nice time.'
'Thank you, sir! Tusind tak! Is that how you say it?'
He smiled and left. I sat there for a bit and thought. Two hours till we docked, three hours in port - what could I do with the opportunities?
Go to the American consul? Tell him what? Dear Mr Consul, I am not he whom I am presumed to be and I just happened to find this million dollars - Ridiculous!
Say nothing to anyone, grab that million, go ashore and catch the next airship for Patagonia?
Impossible. My morals had slipped - apparently they were never very strong. But I III had this prejudice against stealing. It's not only wrong; it's undignified.
Bad enough that I'm wearing his clothes.
Take the three thousand that is 'rightfully' yours, go' ashore, wait for the ship to sail, then get back to America as best you can?
Stupid ideal. You would wind up in a tropical jail and your silly gesture would not do Graham any good
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