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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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At the bottom, by itself, was a snake eating its own tail- the world snake,
Ouroboros. A disgusting symbol at best.
Lazarus placed his hand over it.
The closet, or elevator cage, or small room, changed. How, I am not
certain. It simply blinked and was different. "Through here," Lazarus said, and
opened a door on the far side.
Stretching from that door was a long corridor that would never fit inside
my uncle's house. But views I could see through windows that lined that long
passageway did not fit his farm, either. The land looked like Iowa, yes-but Iowa
untouched by the plow, never cleared for farming.
We stepped into this passage and were at once at its far end. "Through
there," Lazarus said, pointing.
An archway melted out of a stone wall. The passage beyond it was gloomy. I
looked around to speak to Lazarus; he was gone.
I said to myself, Lazarus, I told you not to play games with me... and
turned around to go back down the long passage, back through Uncle Jock's den,
find Hazel and leave. I had had it, fed up with his games.
There was no passage behind me.
I promised Lazarus a clop in the head and followed the only available
route. It remained gloomy but always with a light a little farther ahead.
Shortly, five minutes or less, it ended in a small, comfortable lounge,
well-lighted from nowhere. A brassy uninflected voice said, "Please sit down
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