"Philip Jose Farmer - 1952-1964" - читать интересную книгу автора (Farmer Phillip Jose)

Canary.

тАЬZzisss! So you are out of sherry alreadyтАж Pop!тАж Too badтАж CrackleтАж you hardened old
winebuttтАж ZzzтАж May God have mercy on your sinsтАж

тАЬLots of gossip, news, et ceteraтАж Hisses.тАШтАж Bend your ear instead of your neck, impious oneтАж The
turks are said to be gatheringтАж crackle тАж an army to march on Austria. It is rumored that the flying
sausages, said by so many to have been seen over the capitals of the Christian world, are of Turkish
origin. The rumor goes they have been invented by a renegade Rogerian who was converted to the
Muslim religionтАж I sayтАж zziss тАж to that. No one of us would do that. It is a falsity spread by our
enemies in the Church to discredit us. But many people believe thatтАж
тАЬHow close does the Admiral calculate he is to Cipangu now?

тАЬFlash! Savonarola today denounced the Pope, the wealthy of Florence, Greek art and literature, and the
experiments of the disciples of Saint Roger BaconтАж Zzz/тАж The man is sincere but misguided and
dangerousтАж I predict heтАЩll end up at the stake heтАЩs always prescribing for usтАж

тАЬPopтАж This will kill youтАж Two Irish mercenaries by the name of Pat and Mike were walking down the
street of Granada when a beautiful Saracen lady leaned out of a balcony and emptied a pot ofтАж hiss!тАж
and Pat looked up andтАж CrackleтАж Good, hah? Brother Juan told that last nightтАж

тАЬPVтАж PVтАж Are you coming in?тАж PVтАж PVтАж Yes, I know itтАЩs dangerous to bandy such jests about,
but nobody is monitoring us tonightтАж Zzz. тАж I think theyтАЩre not, anywayтАжтАЭ

And so the ether bent and warped with their messages. And presently Friar Sparks tapped out the PV
that ended their talkтАФthe тАЬPax vobiscum.тАЭ Then he pulled the plug out that connected his earphones to
the set and, lifting them from his ears, clamped them down forward over his temples in the regulation
manner.

After sidling bent-kneed from the toldilla, punishing his belly against the desks hard edge as he did so, he
walked over to the railing. De Salcedo and de Torres were leaning there and talking in low tones. The big
bulb above gleamed on the pageтАЩs red-gold hair and on the interpreterтАЩs full black beard. It also bounced
pinkishly off the priestтАЩs smooth-shaven jowls and the light scarlet robe of the Rogerian order. His cowl,
thrown back, served as a bag for scratch paper, pens, an ink bottle, tiny wrenches and screwdrivers, a
book of cryptography, a slide rule, and a manual of angelic principles.

тАШтАЩWell, old rind,тАЬ said young de Salcedo familiarly, тАЭwhat do you hear from Las Palmas?тАЬ

тАЬNothing now. Too much interference from that.тАЭ He pointed to the moon riding the horizon ahead of
them. тАЬWhat an orb!тАЭ bellowed the priest. тАЬItтАЩs as big and red as my revered nose!тАЭ

The two sailors laughed, and de Salcedo said, тАЬBut it will get smaller and paler as the night grows,
Father. And your proboscis will, on the contrary, become larger and more sparkling in inverse proportion
according to the square of the ascentтАФтАЭ

He stopped and grinned, for the monk had suddenly dipped his nose, like a porpoise diving into the sea,
raised it again, like the same animal jumping from a wave, and then once more plunged it into the heavy
currents of their breath. Nose to nose, he faced them, his twinkling little eyes seeming to emit sparks like
the realizer in his toldilla.