"Ron Goulart - Change Over" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goulart Ron)

"King Umberto," said Carnivan, "this is not good public relations."

The horse's head bent low and he began to cry. "Oh, I know, Bobby. I'm letting you down. I'm letting the
wonderful, kind, Barnum government, which has poured much needed funds into our public coffers,
down. I'm letting down my poor old poppa and my dear old momma, too."

"Well, trot with me over to the alley and we'll talk," Carnivan softly suggested again. He had brought a
spare suit of clothes in a small attache case.

"Oh, all right, Bobby," said the horse. "I feel so ashamed. I've compromised my liberal notions once
again I fear."

Carnivan took hold of the king's mane and started for the shadowy alley that twisted between the Chez
Null and a cyborg bordello. But the small crowd began to follow and the Counter-Culture Commando
chief and newsman as well.

"We're not going to get much privacy, Bobby," said King Umberto. "Climb on my back and we'll shake
this bunch."

"I don't think that would be a very politic thing to do."

"We've got to get to the Opera Guild, don't we? And that's way across town," the horse pointed out. "It's
always tough to get a cab around here. Get on board."



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"Well. okay." Carnivan swung up onto the horse's slightly swayed back.

"Beautiful, terrific," said Ezra as Carnivan galloped away on the king.




Carnivan seated himself at the small electronic organ in the recreation room of the Barnum Embassy and
inserted a music cartridge. "I guess it's safe to assume this isn't anyone we know," he said over his
shoulder.

At the window, facing the bright morning gardens outside, Corinna said, "I don't quite catch your
allusion, Bob." She was sitting on the arm of one of the several candy-striped sofas in the room.

"Last night," said Carnivan. "King Umberto got Dr. Damasco to take some of those damn orange-and-
black capsules of his. The doctor changed into a grand piano."

"A very intellectual choice," said the lovely girl.

"Okay, a sense of humor is necessary in the government service, Corrie. Still I wish you'd try to
understand how serious everything is getting," said Carnivan. "Basically, what it amounts to is King