"Books - David Eddings - Belgarath the Sorcerer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

"Oh?" I replied, laying aside my book.

"What's wrong with this one?"

"I need more room, and we're starting to get on each other's nerves."

"I hadn't noticed that."

"Belgarath, you don't even notice the seasons. When you're face-down
in one of your books, I could probably set fire to your toes, and you
wouldn't notice. Besides, you snore."

"I snore? You sound like a passing thunderstorm every night, all
night."

"It keeps you from getting lonesome." He looked pensively out the
window again.

"There's another reason, too, of course."

"Oh?"

He looked directly at me, his eyes strangely wistful.

"In my whole life, I've never really had a place of my own. I've slept
in the woods, in ditches, and under haystacks, and the warm, friendly
nature of my fellow man has kept me pretty much constantly on the move.
I think that, just once, I'd like to have a place that nobody can throw
me out of."

What could I possibly say to that?

"You want some help?" I offered.

"Not if my tower's going to turn into something that looks like this
one," he growled.

"What's wrong with this tower?"

"Belgarath, be honest. This tower of yours looks like an ossified tree
stump. You have absolutely no sense of beauty whatsoever."

This, coming from Beldin?

"I think I'll go talk with Belmakor. He's a Melcene, and they're
natural builders. Have you ever seen one of their cities?"

"I've never had occasion to go into the East."