"Gordon R. Dickson - Childe Cycle 03 - Soldier Ask Not" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dickson Gordon R)Note: If you purchased this book without a cover you should be aware that this
book is stolen property. It was reported as "unsold and destroyed" to the publisher, and neither the author nor the publisher has received any payment for this "stripped book." This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. SOLDIER, ASK NOT Copyright o 1967 by Gordon R. Dickson All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form. Cover art by Royo A Tor Book Published by Tom Doherty Associates, Inc. 175 Fifth Avenue New York, N.Y. 10010 Tor * is a registered trademark of Tom Doherty Associates, Inc. ISBN: 0-812-50400-3 First Tor edition: April 1993 Printed in the United States of America 0987654321 CHAPTER 1 , Sect, Kij\Tjia&тВмu 'AxtXijo?тАФbegins the Iliad of Homer, and its story of thirty-four hundred years ago. This is the story of the wrath of Achilles.тАФAnd this is the story of my wrath; I, Earthman, against the people of the two of Harmony and Association. Nor is it the story of any small anger. For like Achilles, I am a man of Earth. That does not impress you? Not in these days when the sons of the younger worlds are taller, stronger, more skilled and clever than we of the Old World? Then, how little you know Earth, and the sons of Earth. Leave your younger worlds and come back to the Mother Planet, once, and touch her. She is still here and still the same. Her sun still shines on the waters of the Red Sea mat parted before the Children тАв Gordon R. Dickson of the Lord. The wind still blows in the Pass of Thermopylae, where Leonidas with the Spartan Three Hundred held back the hosts of Xerxes, King of the Persians, and changed history. Here, men fought and died and bred and buried and built for more than five hundred thousand years before your newer worlds were even dreamed of by man. Do you think those five centuries of tens-of- centuries, generation upon generation, between the same sky and soil left no special mark on us in blood and bone and soul? The men of the Dorsai may be warriors above imagining. The Exotics of Mara and Kultis may be robed magicians who can turn a man inside out and find answers outside philosophy. The researchers in hard sciences on Newton and Venus may have traveled so far beyond ordinary humans that they can talk to us only haltingly, nowadays. But weтАФwe duller, shorter, simpler men of Old Earth still have something more than any of these. For we are still the whole being of man, the basic stock, of which they are only the refined partsтАФflashing, fine- honed, scintillant parts. But parts. |
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