"Robert A. Heinlein - Waldo" - читать интересную книгу автора (Heinlein Robert A)

donтАЩt think about it!тАЩ

Doc Grimes let himself into the aboveground access which led
into his home, glanced at the announcer, and noted with mild,
warm interest that someone close enough to him to possess
his house combination was inside. He moved ponderously
downstairs, favouring his game leg, and entered the lounging
room.
тАШHi, Doc!тАЩ James Stevens got up when the door snapped open
and came forward to greet him.
тАШHтАЩlo, James. Pour yourself a drink. I see you have. Pour me one.тАЩ
тАШRight.тАЩ
While his friend complied, Grimes shucked himself out of the
outlandish anachronistic greatcoat he was wearing and threw
it more or less in the direction of the robing alcove. It hit the
floor heavily, much more heavily than its appearance justified,
despite its unwieldy bulk. It clunked.
Stooping, he peeled off thick overtrousers as massive as the coat.
He was dressed underneath in conventional business tights in
blue and sable. It was not a style that suited him. To an eye
unsophisticated in matters of civilized dress, let us say the
mythical Man-from-Antares - he might have seemed
uncouth, even unsightly. He looked a good bit like an elderly
fat beetle.
James StevensтАЩs eye made no note of the tights, but he looked
with disapproval on the garments which had just been discarded.
тАШStill wearing that fool armour,тАЩ he commented.
тАШCertainly.тАЩ
тАШDamn it, Doc - youтАЩll make yourself sick, carrying that junk around.
ItтАЩs unhealthy.тАЩ
тАШDanged sight sicker if I donтАЩt.тАЩ
тАШRats! 1 donтАЩt get sick, and I donтАЩt wear armour - outside the lab.тАЩ
тАШYou should.тАЩ Grimes walked over to where Stevens had reseated
himself. тАШCross your knees.тАЩ Stevens complied; Grimes struck him
smartly below the kneecap with the edge of his palm. The reflex
jerk was barely perceptible. тАШLousy,тАЩ he remarked, then peeled back
his friendтАЩs right eyelid.
тАШYouтАЩre in poor shape,тАЩ he added after a moment. Stevens drew
away impatiently. тАШiтАЩm all right. ItтАЩs you weтАЩre talking about.тАЩ
тАШWhat about me?тАЩ
тАШWell- Damnation, Doc, youтАЩre throwing away your reputation.
They talk about you.тАЩ
Grimes nodded. тАШI know. тАЬPoor old Gus Grimes - a slight touch of
cerebral termites.тАЭ DonтАЩt worry about my reputation; IтАЩve always
been out of step. WhatтАЩs your fatigue index?тАЩ
тАШI donтАЩt know. ItтАЩs all right.тАЩ
тАШIt is, eh? IтАЩll wrestle you, two falls out of three.тАЩ Stevens rubbed
his eyes. тАШDonтАЩt needle me, Doc. IтАЩm rundown. I know that, but it
isnтАЩt anything but overwork.тАЩ
тАШHumph! James, you are a fair-to-middlinтАЩ radiation physicist - тАШEngineer.тАЩ