"Philip Jose Farmer - WOT 7 - Red Orc' s Rage" - читать интересную книгу автора (Farmer Phillip Jose)

sar's bust except for the black Fu Manchu mustache and the
patent-leather mod haircut. He smiled a lot. His keen
light-blue eyes reminded Jim of the Mad Hatter's song in
Lewis Can-oil's Alice book. "Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at! Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea tray in the sky. Twinkle, twinkleтАФ"

Doctor Porsena's adolescent patients said he was a
shaman, a sort of miracle worker, a metropolitan medicine
man with control over magical forces and far-out spirits.

Doctor Porsena started to say something but was inter-
rupted by his desk intercom. He flipped a switch and said,
"Winnie, I told you! No calls!"

Winnie, the beautiful black secretary sitting at her desk
on the other side of the wall, evidently had something
urgent on the line. Doctor Porsena said, "Sorry, Jim. This
won't take more than a minute."

Jim only half listened while he gazed out the window.
The psychiatric unit and Porsena's office were on the second
story. The window was, like all windows in this area,
covered with thick iron bars. Past breaks in the buildings
beyond, Jim could see the tops of the waterfront structures.
These were on the banks of the Tarhee River, which ran into
the Mahoning River a mile to the south.

He could also see the spires of St. Grobian's and of St.
Stephan's. His mother had probably attended early morning
Mass at the latter today. That was the only time she had now
to go to worship. She was working at two jobs, partly
because of him. The fire had destroyed everything except


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the painting of his grandfather, which had been brought out
of the house along with him. His parents had moved into a
relatively cheap furnished apartment some blocks from the

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old house. Too close to the Hungarian neighborhood to suit
Eric Grimson. That ungrateful attitude was just like his
father. Eva's relativesтАФin fact, the entire Magyar areaтАФ
had contributed money to help them out of their plight. A
large part of the cash had been raised by a lottery. This was
remarkable, for charitable donations had dropped consider-