"Gunn, James - Listeners" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gunn James E)And then maybe Adams was right. Maybe nobody was
there. Maybe nobody was sending signals because there was nobody to send signals. Maybe man was all alone in the universe. Alone with God. Or alone with himself, whichever was worse. Maybe all the money was being wasted, and the effort, and the preparationall the intelligence and education and ideas being drained away into an endlessly empty cavern. Habe nun, ach! Philosophic, luristerei und Medizin, Under leider auch Theologie Durchaus studiert, mit heissern Bemiihn. Da steh' ich nun, ich armer Tor! Und bin so klug als wie zuvor; Heisse Magister, heisse Doktor gar, Und ziehe schon an die zehen Jahr Herauf, herab und quer und krumm Meine SchUler an der Nose herum Und sehe, doss wir nichts wissen konneni . Poor fool. Why me? MacDonald thought. Could not some other lead them better, not by the nose but by his real wis- dom? Perhaps all he was good for was the Saturday night parties. Perhaps it was time for a change. He shook himself. It was the endless waiting that wore him down, the waiting for something that did not happen, and the he say that he had not said before? How could he justify a project that already had gone on for nearly fifty years without results and might go on for centuries more? "Gentlemen," he said briskly, "to our listening posts." By the time he had settled himself at his disordered desk, Lily was standing beside him. "Here's last night's computer analysis," she said, putting down in front of him a thin folder. "Reynolds says there's nothing there, but you always want to see it anyway. Here's the transcription of last year's Congressional hearings." A thick binder went on top of the folder. "The correspondence and the actual appropriation measure are in another file if you want them." MacDonald shook his head. "There's a form letter here from NASA establishing the ground rules for this year's budget and a personal letter from Ted Wartinian saying that conditions are really tight and some cuts look inevitable. In fact, he says there's a possibility the Project might be scrubbed." Lily glanced at him. "Not a chance," MacDonald said confidently. "There's a few applications for employment. Not as many as we used to get. The letters from school children I answered myself. And there's the usual nut letters from people who've |
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