"Harvey Jacobs - Blood is not Enough - L'Chaim" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jacobs Harvey)

"You shouldn't have, Jim. But thank you." Delmore's arthritic fingers
had trouble but he managed to undo the green ribbon. He tore silver
paper off a simple white box. Inside, lying on a bed of cotton, was a pair of
cufflinks made from ancient Greek coins.

"Do you like them? They're authentic."

"They are very fine, Jim. Splendid."

"The least I could do."

"Ours has been a satisfying association," Delmore said. "I hope you feel
the same."

"How else could I feel? You've given me everything. You've allowed me
the best kind of life. I owe you more than I could ever think to repay."

"I'll never forget your face when I made you my offer."

"What could you expect? I was at rock bottom, miserable. I fit nowhere.
Nobody wanted my paintings. I couldn't hold a job. I couldn't even afford
the razor for suicide."

"Don't talk like that."

"Well, what's true is true. You found a loser and turned up a winner.
Does that sound immodest?"
 "Why be modest?"

"All that faith. All that money. Delmore, I've asked you many times.
Why me?"

"Why indeed?"

"How did you find me? I know you said you'd heard about me. But
looking back, I know that's impossible. My talent hadn't even begun to
show. I was painting like a schoolboy. It had to be something else."

"Questions, questions. You could never just accept your luck."

"Do you know what I used to think? That you were my father. That my
nun of a mother had one lapse."

"That's terrible."

"Why so terrible? At least it explained you."

"Nothing like that, Jim."