"Ron Goulart - Cure For Baldness" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goulart Ron)

one of the trouser legs.

A pair of rimless spectacles lay just outside the farthest point of the
pentagram. Near the sock was steepled a thick book bound in pinkish leather.

Squatting, Roger read the title, "The Compleat & Dreadful Magikal Writings of
the Notorious Count Monstrodamus. Not too catchy, even for a hardcover."
Standing up, he glanced around. "Mr. Samson -- are you about anywhere?"

"You know, he got the incantation just about right. But hey, in black magic --
as in most things, come to think of it -- almost doesn't win you the cigar."

Roger noticed now that someone was seated in a bentwood rocker in the far
comer.
The chair was ticking slowly back and forth, its high back hitting against a
tall book case that was crammed not only with fat ancient books but with
lolling
stuffed toys, rusty miniature cars, dusty glass animals, clouded crystals and
dirt-smeared chunks of rock.

"Mr. Samson?" Roger squinted, but still couldn't make out the figure in the
chair. That section of the parlor seemed unusually shadowy.

The person in the chair chuckled. "No, nope. Samson is . . . well, he's
elsewhere. He's, yeah, about as elsewhere as you can get. Sad in a way, you
know. Here he summoned me up, but in futzing up that ancient spell -- and
granted, reciting Latin backward can be tricky-- by futzing up that one word,
he
blew the whole deal." He chuckled again. "Maybe I can help you?"

"Well, unless you can grow hair, I don't think --"

"Hey, no problem. What kind of hair do you want ? And what do you want to grow
it on?"

"My head." He was about to pat his scalp, but he had a sudden feeling that
he'd
like to be outside of this cottage and inside his car once again. "That's all
right, though. I can drop in sometime later on, when Mr. Samson is back." He
began a few careful steps backward.

"Hard to tell, Mr. Snow, when he'll turn up again. Considering where Samson
is,
you know, if he ever does get back, he may, really, have lost all interest in
hair."

"Okay, then I'll just -- How come you know my name?"

"Simple trick. My name, by the way, is Ford Madox Ford."