"Lafferty, R A - Among the Hairy Earthmen" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lafferty R A)who ordered Nations. He flogged them flat.
"Bleak Children!" that Pilgrim cried out as he beat them into the ground. "Unfledged little oafs! Is it so that you waste your Afternoon on Earth? I'll give you what your Fathers forgot." Seven-colored thunder, how he could use that staff! He smashed the gaudy bodies of the Children and broke many of their damnable bones. Did he know that it didn't matter? Did he understand that the bodies they wore were only for an antic? "Lay off, old Father!" begged Michael Goodgrind, bleeding and half beaten into the earth. "Stay your bloody bludgeon. You do not know who we are." "I know you," maintained the Pilgrim mountainously. "You are ignorant Children who have abused the Afteinoon given you on Earth. You have marred and ruined and warped everything you have touched." "No, no," Ralpha protestedas he set in new bones for his old damaged ones"You do not understand. We have ad- vanced you a thousand of your years in one of our after- noons. Consider the Centuries we have saved you! It's as though we had increased your life by that thousand years." "We have all the time there is," said the Pilgrim solidly. "We were well and seriously along our road, and it was not so crooked as the one you have brought us over. You have more ways than you've advanced us. You've shattered our Unity." "Pigs have unity!" Joan shouted. "We've brought you diversity. Think deep. Consider all the machines we have showed you, the building and the technique. I can name you a thousand things we've given you. You will never be the same again." "True. We will never be the same," said the Pilgrim. "You may not be an unmixed curse. I'm a plain man and I don't know. Surety is one of the things you've lost us. But you befouled us. You played the game of Immoralities and taught it to us earthlings." "You had it already," Laurie insisted. "We only brought elegance instead of piggishness to its practice." Immoralities was Laurie's own game, and she didn't like to hear it slighted. "You have killed many thousands of us in your battles," said the Pilgrim. "You're a bitter fruitsweet at the first taste only." "You would yourselves have killed the same numbers in battles, and the battles wouldn't have been so .good," said Michael. "Do you not realize that we are the higher race? We have roots of great antiquity." ' "We have roots older than antiquity," averred the Pilgrim. "You are wicked Children without compassion." |
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