"Haldeman, Joe - No Future in It" - читать интересную книгу автора (Haldeman Joe)

"That's it. Write it up. You'll never sell it."
I checked my watch. Could just make the 1:35 to Atlanta, get in a half day at the typewriter. "Well, I gotta run. Thanks for the story, Bill."
I stood up and put my hand on his shoulder. "Take it easy on the sauce, okay? You're no spring chicken anymore." "Sure." He never looked at me.
On the way to the subway terminal it occurred to me that I shouldn't try to sell the thing as a human-interest feature. Just write it up as fiction and I could hawk it to Planet Stories or one of those rags.
The ticket machine gave me an argument about changing a hundred-ruble note and I had to go find a conductor. Then there were repairs going on and it took us twenty minutes to get to Atlanta; I had to sprint to make my Seattle connection.
Space settlements. Time travel. Nobody would swallow that kind of bull, not in 1924.