"William Goldman - Magic" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goldman William)

myself, magic is the ultimate
entertainment: they, the audi-
ence, will never forget you,
or hold you less than kindly in
their hearts. What I'm saying, all
you beginners out there, is this:

you do it right, they can't love
you enough . , ,
Merlin, Jr.

He was old, and usually he did not hunt near Melody
Lake. But just before dark he had startled a decent
buck, and tracked it, forgetting time. It was cold when
he gave it up, and across the lake he saw the main
house lit, and lower down by the shore, a single lit
cabin.

The screams started coming from the cabin.
4* first he thought they were female screams, but
sound can be deceptive over water, and after a mo-
ment, he began to have serious doubts. They could
have been coming from a man, a woman, some giant
cat. Finally, he wasn't certain'they came from a living
throat at ail.

Even with the loaded shotgun in his arms, he began
to shiver. The screams drew him closer, though they
had every reason not to: he was frightened, he was
'old, it wasn't his business, he didn't know the people,
his own wife would start worrying soon.
Still the screams forced him forward.
And slowly, step by doubting step, gun ready, he
moved around the water toward the sound, toward
the one lit cabin and whatever was left inside . . ,

1. EFFECT

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Trust me for a while.

I understand that's really the line the spider hit the
fly with, not "come into my parlor" as popular legend
has it, and I also realize I am not always your most
Walter Cronldte type fella, sturdy, staunch, etc. But
in this particular instance, there is Just no doubt in my
you-should-pardon-the-expression mind that I know
whereof I speak.