"Blish, James - Common Time" - читать интересную книгу автора (Blish James)

radioceles. Let me-mine pitch you-yours so to have mind of
the rodalent beademung and other brothers and lovers, along
the channel which is fragrant to the being-Garrard."
Garrard found that he understood the speech without
difficulty. The thought occurred to him that to understand a
language on its own termswithout having to put it back
into English in one's own mindis an ability that is won
only with difficulty and long practice. Yet, instantly his mind
said, "But it is English," which of course it was. The offer
the clinesterton beademung had just made was enormously
hearted, and he in turn was much minded and of love, to
his own delighting as well as to the beademungen; that
almost went without saying.
There were many matings of ships after that, and the
being-Garrard pitched the harmonies of the beademungen,
leaving his ship with the many gift orifices in harmonic for
the All-Devouring to love, while the beademungen made show
of they-theirs.
He tried, also, to tell how he was out of love with the
overdrive, which wooed only spaces and times, and made
featurelings. The rodalent beademung wooed the overdrive,
but it did not pitch he-them.
Then the being-Garrard knew that all the time was de-
voured, and he must hear Earth again.
"I pitch you-them to fullest love," he told the beade-
mungen, "I shall adore the radioceles of Alpha and Proxima
Centauri, 'on Earth as it is in Heaven.' Now the overdrive
my-other must woo and win me, and make me adore a
featureling much like silence."
"But you will be pitched again," the clinesterton beade-
mung said. "After you have adored Earth. You are much
loved by Time, the All-Devouring. We-they shall wait for
this othering."
Privately Garrard did not faith as much, but he said,
"Yes, we-they will make a new wooing of the beadernun-
gen at some other radiant. With all of love."
On this the beademungen made and pitched adorations,
and in the midst the overdrive cut in. The ship with the
many gift orifices and the being-Garrard him-other saw the
twin radioceles sundered away.
Then, once more, came the pseudo-death.
4
When the small candle lit in the endless cavern of
Garrard's pseudo-dead mind, the DFC-3 was well inside
the orbit of Uranus. Since the sun was still very small and
distant, it made no spectacular display through the nearby
port, and nothing called him from the post-death sleep for
nearly two days.
The computers waited patiently for him. They were no
longer immune to his control; he could now tool the ship