"Henry Kuttner - See You Later" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kuttner Henry)

"Since space is no factor where electronic wave-patterns are concerned, each copy will be instantly
attracted to the space occupied by every other person in the world," Paw was going on, till I like to bust.
"But since two objects cannot occupy the same space-time, there will be an automatic spacial
displacement, and each Yancey-copy will be repelled to approximately two feet away from each human
being."

"You forgot to draw a pentagram," Yancey said, looking around nervous-like. "That's the awfullest durn
spell I ever heard hi all my born days. I thought you said you wasn't gonna call up Old Scratch?"

Maybe it was on account of Yancey was looking on-common like Old Scratch hisself just then, but I just
couldn't stand it no longerтАФhaving this funny feeling inside me. So I woke up Grandpaw. I did it inside
my haid, the baby helping, so's nobody noticed. Right away there was a stirring in the attic, and
Grandpaw heaved hisself around a little and woke up. Next thing I knew he was cussing a blue streak.

Well, the whole family heard that, even though Yancey couldn't. Paw stopped showing off and shet up.

"Dullards!" Grandpaw said, real mad. "Rapscallions! Certes, y-wist it was no wonder I was having bad
dreams. Saunk, you've put your foot in it now. Have you no sense of process? Didn't you realize what
this caitiff schmo was planning, the stinkard? Get in the groove, Saunk, ere manhood's state shall find
thee unprepared." Then he added something in Sanskrit. Living as long as Grandpaw has, he gits mixed
up in his talk sometimes.

"Now, Grandpaw," Maw thunk, "what's Saunk been and done?"

"You've all done it!" Grandpaw yelled. "Couldn't you add cause and effect? Saunk, what of the picture
y-wrought in Yancey's pulp mag? Wherefore hys sodien change of herte, when obviously the stinkard
hath no more honor than a lounge lizard? Do you want the world depopulated before its time? Ask
Yancey what he's got in his britches pocket, dang you!"

"Mr. Yancey," I said, "what have you got hi your britches pocket?" ,,

"Hey?" he said, reaching down and hauling out a big, rusty monkey wrench. "You mean this? I picked it
up back of the shed." He was looking real sly.

"What you aiming to do with that?" Maw asked, quick.

Yancey give us all a mean look. "Ain't no harm telling you," he said. "I aim to hit everybody, every durn
soul in the whole, entire world, right smack on top of the haid, and you promised to help me do it."

"Lawks a-mercy," Maw said.

"Yes, siree," Yancey giggled. "When you hex me, I'm a-gonna be in every place everybody else is,
standing right behind 'em. I'll whang 'em good. Thataway, I kin be sure 111 git even. One of them people
is just bound to be the feller I want, and he'll git what I been owing him for thutty years."

"What feller?" I said. "You mean the one you met up with in New York you was telling me about? I
figgered you just owed him some money."

"Never said no sech thing," Yancey snapped. "A debt s a debt, be it money or a bust in the haid. Ain't
nobody a-gonna step on my corn and git away with it, thutty years or no thutty years."