"Philip Jose Farmer - Traitor to the Living" - читать интересную книгу автора (Farmer Phillip Jose)

the hubbub.
"Professor Carfax, you say that we who believe in
Western do so only because of emotional factors! We're
supposed to be operating on highly subjective factors!
Well, Doctor Carfax, why are you so emotional, so
subjective, in your denial of our beliefs, when all the
evidence is on our side? Isn't the blind emotionalism,
as you call it, all yours?"
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Carfax had gotten angry then, perhaps, no, undoubtedly,
because her accusation was based on solid
ground. He was not entirely objective; his theory
sprang from a hunch. It was true that hunches often
were the forefathers of hypotheses that later turned out
to be excellent theories and often ended in proof. But
he could not say that in public.
As it turned out, he was not able to say that or anything.

A man leaped up and yelled, "Carfax hates us! He
wants to deny the greatest thing since creation!"
The man was quoting Western's famous phrase. Car-
fax had a reply to it, but the man was knocked forward
by the ten-pound purse (a reporter retrieved it and
weighed it before returning it to the owner just after
she was bailed out).
The noise and melee were not stopped until some
time after the police came. But the furore had not
ceased there. Carfax had become a national figure. As
such, he received many phone calls from all over the
country. The two he was most concerned about at this
time were from Los Angeles.
One was from Raymond Western, who had invited him to fly to California for a
free session with
MEDIUM.
The other was from Patricia Carfax. She was the
daughter of Rufton Carfax, who was the uncle of Western and Gordon Carfax.
Miss Carfax had been somewhat hysterical but evidently
sincere. She believed that Western had murdered
her father so that he could steal the schematics for
MEDIUM.
3.
Gordon Carfax sat in an easy chair in the glassed-in
sun porch and sipped coffee. It was delicious, a blend
of six special South American coffees which he
prepared himself every two weeks. He watched the tiny
wrens diving in and out of the little round entrance to
the tiny wooden house hung from the limb of the big
sycamore tree in his backyard. He enjoyed the red
beauty of the cardinal perched upon the edge of the
white birdbath beside a mulberry tree.