"William Forstchen - Into the Sea of Stars" - читать интересную книгу автора (Forstchen William R)

Another brilliant lecture wasted. Mumbling obscureOld American obscenities, he returned to his desk
and started to shuffle a pile of notes into his briefcase. Eigh-teen years! Eighteen years of trying to give to
an uncaringmob a brief glimpse of the joys to be found in history.There was an occasional pearl to be
found, but for most of them, he was "Lackless Lacklin," master of "Enrich-ment Requirement Number 3:
Sputnik to ArmageddonтАФa History of the First Space Era."

"Excuse me, Dr. Lacklin."

"Yes, yes, what is it?" He looked up from his desk."What is it, Shelley, why weren't you sucked into the
vortex of that mob?"

"You were about to give an assignment?"

He looked at her appraisingly, the pearl of the semester,a gangly six-foot, twenty-one-year old; suffering
from a bad case of acne and allegedly responsible to him as aresearch assistantтАФassigned by the dean,
no doubt, as a practical joke. As a graduate student she was adequate, but she constantly hung around
his office looking forsophomoric debates on the real meaning of Lock's the-ories of space sociology or
other such foolishness.

"Do we have an assignment in Beaulieu's book?" she asked eagerly.

"No doubt, you've already finished it?"
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"Of course, but I wanted to be ready for Monday'sclass. I can review it over the weekend."

"Don't worry about it now, why don't you just go alongwith the others."

"Here, let me help you back to the office with that."Before he could object, Shelley picked up the model
ofthe Schuder space colony and started for the door.

"Damn it, look out!"

But it was too late. She brushed against the doorway,knocking the antennae structure off.

"Oh, Dr. Lacklin, I'm sorry, IтАФ"

"Never mind, Miss Walker, just take it down to theoffice."

With a sigh of despair he picked up the broken plasticand followed after her. It had taken him the better
partof a weekend to construct the three-foot-long model of acolony that had once been home to fifty
thousand people.

As they made their way down the dimly lit corridorsto lan's subterranean office, Shelley chattered on
abouta paper she was writing for The Journal of Space Antiq-uities, and Dr. Lacklin occasionally grunted
noncommittally, but his thoughts were already light-years away.