"Brooks, Terry - Landover 01 - Magic Kingdom for Sale - Sold" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brooks Terry)he would be leaving a lot behind him if he went and if this
Kingdom of Landover proved to be real, but most of it would be in the nature of material possessions and creature com- forts, and those really didn't matter to him anymore. Cars and trains and airplanes, refrigerators and stoves and dish- washers, indoor toilets and electric shaversЧall the modern things that were left behind to go fishing in Canada. Except Terry Brooks 21 that on a fishing trip, such things were left behind for only a few weeks. That wouldn't be the case here. This would be for much longer than a few weeks, and it wouldn't be like any camping trip he had ever heard aboutЧor at least he didn't think it would. What would it be like, he wondered suddenly? What would it be like in this fairy-tale kingdom called LandoverЧthis kingdom that had somehow come to be offered for sale in a department store catalogue? Would it be like the land of Oz with Munchkins and witches and a tin man who talked? Would there be a yellow brick road to follow? He resisted a sudden urge to pack up his suitcase and get the hell out of New York before going any further with the tered was not the sanity of his inquiry or the future into which he might choose to step. What mattered was the conscious decision to make some change in his life and in making that change to find something that would offer him the purpose of being that he had lost. When you held your ground, the old saying went, you stopped moving. When you stopped moving, everything about you would eventually pass you by. He sighed. Trouble was, those old bromides always sounded truer than they were. The variety show gave way to the late news, weather, and sports. Ben undressed and put on pajamas (did people wear pajamas in Landover?), brushed his teeth (did people brush their teeth in Landover?), shut off the television, and went to bed. He was awake early the next morning, having slept poorly as he always did the first night away from home on a trip. He showered, shaved, dressed in a dark blue business suit, caught the elevator to the lobby where he purchased an early edition of the Times, and went into Oscar's for breakfast. By nine o'clock, he was on his way to Rosen's. |
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