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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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. We did not disturb the session in the
lounge. Dr. Harshaw was lecturing; we were barely noticed.
One delightful, decadent. Sybaritic aspect of life in Tertius was the
quality of their refreshers-if such a mundane term can apply. Without trying to
describe any of the furnishings strange to me, let me define a rich Tertian's
luxury refresher (and Lazarus was, I feel certain, the richest man there)-define
it in terms of function: Start with your favorite pub or saloon.
Add a Finnish sauna.
And how about bathing Japanese style?
Do you enjoy a hot tub? With or without an agitator?
Was the ice-cream soda fountain a part of your youth?
Do you like company when you bathe?
Let's put a well-stocked snack bar (hot or cold) in easy reach.
Do you enjoy music? Three-dee? Feelies? Books and magazines and tapes?
Exercise? Massage? Sun lamps? Scented breezes?
Soft, warm places to curl up and nap, alone or in company?
Take all of the above, mix well, and install in a large, beautiful,
well-lighted room. That list still does not describe the social refresher off
Lazarus Long's cabin, as it omits the most important feature: Dora.
If there was any whim that ship's computer could not satisfy, I was not
there long enough to discover it.
I did not sample at once any of these luxuries; I had a duty to a cat. I
sat down at a medium-size round table, the sort four friends might use for a
drink, placed the kitten's saucer thereon, reached for the kitten
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