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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 left Luna Saturday evening the fifth; we arrived here in
Tertius a few minutes later, so for our purposes I designate the Tertian day of
our arrival as equivalent to Saturday, five July, 2188, and I so name it. Never
mind what Tertian citizens call it; it would only confuse me. Still with me?"
"Well... all right." "Thank you. I woke up the next morning-Sunday July
sixth-with two feet. For Tertius the lapse of time was, I concede, thirty-seven
days. You tell me that for you it was about two years, a most unlikely story-I'd
rather believe in unicorns and virgins. For Gretchen it was five or six years,
which I am forced to stipulate because she is now eighteen or nineteen and
knocked up; I have to believe it. But for me it was just over one night,
Saturday to Sunday.
"That 'Sunday' night I slept with Xia, Gretchen, Minerva, Galahad, Pixel,
and possibly Tom, Dick, and Harry and their sheilas Agnes, Mabel, and Becky."
"Who are they? The girls, I mean; I know those boys. Too well."
"You poor, sweet, innocent child; you are too young to know. Surprisingly I
slept well. Which brings us to yesterday, designated by strict numbering as
Monday July seventh. Last night we spent catching up on our honeymoon... and
thank you bolshoyeh, mistress mine."
"You are welcome, sirrah. But the pleasure was shared. I now see how you
arrived at that date. Both by dirtside calendar and your biological clock-the
basic clock, as every timejump-er knows-today is Tuesday the eighth of July
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