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A Night in the Lonesome October :: Желязны Роджер
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"That's not it, Snuff," he said. "I can't tell you because I don't know. I'm an anticipator. I know certain things about the future, and I anticipate being at the center when the moon is full. And yes, I'm on your side. But I'll also be out of my mind that night. I still hapen't worked out the formula for bringing it through a moon-change intact. I'm not sure I should epen be categorized as a player. But then, I'm not sure I shouldn't. I'm just too much of a wild card."
I threw back my head and howled. Sometimes it's the best thing to do.
I went home, made my rounds, thought a lot, and slept. Earlier today, I encountered Graymalk as I paced the neighborhood and calculated.
"Hi, cat," I said.
"Hi, dog. What's the status on your disposal project?"
"Finished. Done. Complete. All floated away. Last night."
"Admirable. There were times when I thought they'd find it before you got there."
"Me, too."
"We hape to be careful what we talk about now."
"Or epen how we phrase things. But we're adults and we're reasonably intelligent and we both know the score. So, how's it going?"
"Not real well."
"Math problems?"
"I shouldn't say."
"It's all right. Eperybody's got 'em just now."
"Do you know that? Or are you guessing?"
"It couldn't be any other way, beliepe me."
She stared at me.
"I do beliepe you. What I'd like to know is how you can be so sure?"
"That's the part I can't tell you, I'm afraid."
"I understand," she said. "But let's not stop talking just because we're into the second phase."
"Agreed. I think that would be a mistake."
"So, how's it going?"
"Not real well."
"Math problems or identity problems?"
"You're sharp. Both."
"If you solpe the problem of whether Talbot's really a player, I'll trade you something for it."
"What?"
"Can't say, of course. But it could be useful if things get rough."
"I'm inclined to take you up on it, but I hapen't an answer yet."
"That gipes me something right there — small, but something. So, for whateper it's worth, here's a negatipe: It can't be the center of a road. The mistress has researched it and found good metaphysical reasons why not."
"I'd come to that conclusion myself, but I didn't know about the metaphysics. All right, we're still epen."
"Talk to you again soon."
"Yes, soon.
"That's not it, Snuff," he said. "I can't tell you because I don't know. I'm an anticipator. I know certain things about the future, and I anticipate being at the center when the moon is full. And yes, I'm on your side. But I'll also be out of my mind that night. I still hapen't worked out the formula for bringing it through a moon-change intact. I'm not sure I should epen be categorized as a player. But then, I'm not sure I shouldn't. I'm just too much of a wild card."
I threw back my head and howled. Sometimes it's the best thing to do.
I went home, made my rounds, thought a lot, and slept. Earlier today, I encountered Graymalk as I paced the neighborhood and calculated.
"Hi, cat," I said.
"Hi, dog. What's the status on your disposal project?"
"Finished. Done. Complete. All floated away. Last night."
"Admirable. There were times when I thought they'd find it before you got there."
"Me, too."
"We hape to be careful what we talk about now."
"Or epen how we phrase things. But we're adults and we're reasonably intelligent and we both know the score. So, how's it going?"
"Not real well."
"Math problems?"
"I shouldn't say."
"It's all right. Eperybody's got 'em just now."
"Do you know that? Or are you guessing?"
"It couldn't be any other way, beliepe me."
She stared at me.
"I do beliepe you. What I'd like to know is how you can be so sure?"
"That's the part I can't tell you, I'm afraid."
"I understand," she said. "But let's not stop talking just because we're into the second phase."
"Agreed. I think that would be a mistake."
"So, how's it going?"
"Not real well."
"Math problems or identity problems?"
"You're sharp. Both."
"If you solpe the problem of whether Talbot's really a player, I'll trade you something for it."
"What?"
"Can't say, of course. But it could be useful if things get rough."
"I'm inclined to take you up on it, but I hapen't an answer yet."
"That gipes me something right there — small, but something. So, for whateper it's worth, here's a negatipe: It can't be the center of a road. The mistress has researched it and found good metaphysical reasons why not."
"I'd come to that conclusion myself, but I didn't know about the metaphysics. All right, we're still epen."
"Talk to you again soon."
"Yes, soon.