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mentioned Roger. "What does it say? 'Down with the Colonel! Tobacco means . . .
' Can't make out the next word."

"Death," supplied Lex. "I got whacked with a placard. You'd think those halfwits
would wait until the paint dried before they started marching around with the
damn things."

"Another protest march in front of the building, huh?"

"Didn't you notice it? Over a hundred wild-eyed loons waving --"

"Wasn't paying attention."

"I tried to explain to this woman -- large hefty critter, probably lifts weights
-- that the Colonel Lightfoot Tobacco Company sold its interest in Tandem over a
month ago to Worldwide Pesticide. But she wrapped me anyway."

"Protestors usually have a narrow view of --"

"I'm happy to say it sounded like the cops broke her arm when they tossed her in
the wagon. So I got some gratification out of --"

"They the ones who planted the latest bomb?"

"No, no. Ordek Yumurta is claiming credit again."

"The Turkish terrorist group?"

"How many Ordek Yumurtas do you think there are? Yes, of course, stupid, the
damn Turkish terrorists." Lex shook his handsome head. "They continue,
apparently, to be ticked off because we published Dr. Uzon Boylu's book last
month. It's a shame because that book -- what the bloody hell is that?" He was
pointing a tanned finger at a cover painting that leaned against the far wall.

"Cover for Dr. Suicide novel #46. Slit Throats in Singapore. Why?"

"It's godawful."

"Yep, which is exactly the style you said to use, commencing with #40."

"I thought I suggested wretched."

"It's that, too."

"I'm straying from the point."

"About Dr. Boylu, you mean?"

"No, not exactly. Although it is a fact that Think Tall has helped me one hell
of a lot. And how many other publishers can say they actually get anything from