"C M Kornbluth - Make Mine Mars" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kornbluth C M)

"QUAFFE YE NUT-BROWN AYLE" "DROPPE DEAD TWYCE"



and so onтАФdidn't look so quaint by the cold light of the Martian dawn.



An unpleasant little character, Venusian or something, I'd seen around the place oozed up to me. "Head
hurt plenty, huh?" he simpered.



"This is no time for sympathy," I said. "Now one side or a flipper offтАФI gotta go to work."



"No sympathy," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. He fumbled oddly in his belt, then showed me
a little white capsule. "Clear your head, huh? Work like lightning, you bet!"
I was interested. "How much?"



"For you, friend, nothing. Because I hate seeing fellows suffer with big head."



"Beat it," I told him, and shoved past through the door.



That pitch of his with a free sample meant he was pushing



J-K-B. I was in enough trouble without adding an unbreakable



addiction to the stuff. If I'd taken his free sample, I would



, have been back to see him in 12 hours, sweating blood for



more. And that time he would have named his own price.