"Avram Davidson - Blunt" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Avram)

part-time houseman, because no Colored woman in Cataline would enter his
bungalow -- and indeed, they fled the streets for blocks around when he walked
or drove through town.

No one knew when he had started the collection. It may have begun in some
mountain cabin filled with screams, or it may not. It could have been prompted
by a curiosity that thought to answer mystery by amassing matter; or by a
personal idiosyncrasy of no greater depth than one that brings some men to
collect stamps, old silver buttons, or used trolley car transfers. Certainly, to
Blunt, each item was in its way an objet d'art. And certainly he must have been
doing it for years without being -- oh, not "caught" or "detected" or
"discovered": these words imply wrongdoing, and Blunt came as near to anger as
anyone ever saw him, when he defended himself.

"People like you," he said to Miss Sweeting, who was trying, in her tortuous
way, to express Shock; "People like you Impede the March of Science."