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

"Freeze," corrected McGillicuddy with relish. "Freeze. Good morning, Miss Masters. Did you want to
say a few parting words to your friend?"



"I do," she told him, and drew me aside to no man's land where the ladies of the press prepared strange
copy for the (coder sex. "Don't quit, Sam," she said in that voice. "I could



тАвever love a quitter. Wh┬╗t if it is a minor assignment?" "Minor," I said. ''What a gem of understatement
that isl" "It'll be good for you," she insisted. "You can show him
 тАвtut you've got on the ball. You'll be on your own except for the regular dispatches to the main circuit
and your local ^tit You could dig up all sorts of cute feature stories that*d fet your name known." And so
on. It was partly her logic, partly that voice and partly her promise to kiss me good-by



тАв the port.



тАвTO take it," I told McGillicuddy. He looked up with a pleased smile and murmured: "The power of
prayer . . ."



The good-by kiss from Ellie was the only thing about the jonmey that wasn't nightmarish. ISN's expense
account stuck me on a rusty bucket that I shared with glamorous freight Hke yak kids and tenpenny nails.
The little yaks blatted



тАвbenever we went into overdrive to break through the speed ┬лf light. The Greenhough EffectтАФknown to
readers of the



тАвoence features as "supertime"тАФscared hell out of them. On



тАвr&nary rocket drive, they just groaned and whimpered to mcb other the yak equivalent of "Thibet was
never like this!" The Frostbite spaceport wasn't like the South Pole, but it ^тАвB like Greenland, There was
a bunch of farmers waiting lor their yaks, beating their mittened hands together and ex-



тАвтАв*┬л"тАв long plumes of vapor. The collector of customs,