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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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. So I paid-twelve hundred crowns for three.
We went next to Quiet Dreams tunnel. I don't know whether to call it a
hotel or what-perhaps "flophouse" comes closest. It was a tunnel a little over
three meters wide and running fifty-odd meters back into the rock, where it
dead-ended. The middle and lefthand side of the tunnel was a rock shelf about a
half meter higher than a walkway on the right. This shelf was laid out in
sleeping billets, marked by stripes painted on the shelf and by large numbers
painted on the wall. The billet nearest the passageway was numbered "50." About
half the billets had bedrolls or sleeping bags on them.
Halfway down the tunnel, on the right, the customary green light marked a
refresher.
At the head of this tunnel, seated and reading at a desk, was a Chinese
gentleman in a costume that was out of fashion before Armstrong made that "one
small step." He wore spectacles as old-fashioned as his dress and he himself
appeared to be ninety years older than God and twice as dignified.
As we approached he put down his book and smiled at Gretchen. "Gretchen. It
is good to see you. How are your esteemed parents?"
She curtsied. 'They are well. Dr. Chan, and they send you their greetings.
May I present our guests Mr. Senator Richard and Mistress Gwen and Mr. Bill?"
He bowed without getting up and shook hands with himself
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