"Alfred Bester - Galatea Galante" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bester Alfred)

tudo ciencia a filosofia, escrevo uma lamentaval poesia, estoirome com experiencias idiotas, egrimo como un louco, jogo so boxe como up palhaco. Em suma, son a celebra bioroid, Galatea Galante, de Dominie Manwright."
"She was magnificent dancing with that Portuguese prince, Reg." "Portuguese ponce, you mean." "Don't be jealous." "She's heating the claws in a damned campfire, Charles."
"Didn't you ever fight back, Sandy?" r-3-,
"Yes, I know, he's a bully. But all bullies are cowards at heart. You should have fought him to a standstill, like me. Did he ever make a pass at you?" r 3 -,
"Uh-huh. Me neither. He's an arrogant egomaniac, too much in love with himself to love anyone else."
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"What, Sandy? Me? Give the come-on to that dreadful man? Never! Did you?
"Uh-huh. And he didn't even have to lash himself to the mast. Iceberg City. Ah, Mr. Jessamy. So sweet of you to give us your box for the concert. I've just been comparing notes
with your adorable wife on our common enemy, whose names escapes me. He's the gentleman on my right, who slept through the Mozart."
"And dreamed that she's torturing me with her burning claws, Charles, all over my bod."
"Man nehme: zwei Teile Selbstgefalligkeit, zwei Teile Selbstsucht, einen Teil Eitelkeit, and einen Teil Esel, mische kraftig, fiige etwas Geheimnis hinzu, and man erhaalt Dominie Regis Manwright."
"Especially my private parts."
"Dominie Manwright's biodroid esta al dia en su manera de tratar los neologismos, palabras coloquiales, giro y modismos, clicWs y terminos de argot, Senor. Yo soy Galatea Galante, la biodroid."
"Thank you, madame. I am not Spanish; I merely admire and respect the old Castilian style."
"Oh. Scuse me, chorley guy. You tollerday donsk?"
He burst out laughing. "I see you're very much with the classics, madame. Let me think. Yes. The proper response in that James Joyce litany is `N.' "
"You talkatiff scowegian?"
"Nn."
"You spigotty anglease?"
"Nnn."
"You phonio saxo?"
"Nnnn."
"Clear all so. 'Tis a Jute. Let us swop hats and excheck a few strong verbs weak oach eather yapyazzard."
"Brava, madame! Bravissima!"
She tilted her auburn head and looked at him strangely.


"Against my will," she said slowly, "I'm compelled to invite you to a dinner party tonight."
"More classics, madame? The Beatrice and Benedict scene from Much Ado About Nothing?"
"No, it's the Galatea and-I don't know your name."
"Valera. Antony Valera."
"It's the Galatea and Valera scene. Can you come?"
"With delight."
"When this bash is finished I'll give you the address."
"I know it, Galatea."
"My friends call me Gally. How do you know my address? We've never met."
"I contracted with-I'm acquainted with Dominie Manwright. Gally. Tonight? Eight o'clock?"
"Eight tonight."
"Dress party?"
"Optional." She shook her head dizzily. "I don't know what's got into me, Valera. The moment I saw you at this clambake I knew I had to see you again, intimately. I'm possessed!"
The rest of the household was dining in The Gastrologue, and their moods were not compatible.
"Thrown out," Corque kept repeating. "Thrown out without a moment's notice by that ungrateful tyrant!"
"Naturally. She wants to be alone with Valera, Charles. Instant, devoted attraction, as per my brilliant programming. I tell you, I'm a genius."
"She athed me to make month-terth for her to therve, mahth-ter."
"Quite right, Igor. We must all pitch in and abet Valera's romance. He was so turned on meeting her at that bash this afternoon that he sent his check by messenger. Payment in full . . . to protect his claim on my Perfect Popsy, no doubt."
"Thrown out! Thrown out by that tyrant!"
"And good riddance to her very soon, Charles. The house will be back to normal."
"But she didn't order a brain, mahth-ter."
"Not to worry, Igor. Tell you what; we'll order cervelles de veau au beurre noir, and if Gastrologue doesn't have any calves' brains you can go out and steal some." He beamed and bobbed his pale, streaky head.