"R. A. Lafferty - Melchisedek 02 - Tales of Midnight" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lafferty R A) "Yes, there are odd things happening in town," sister Mary Louise
said. "The 'Duffeys' have come to town. The beggars aren't in it with the 'Duffeys'. I love you with your nose in a sling." "What Duffeys have come to town?" Melchisedech asked her as he had asked Beth. "Who are they?" "If you don't know them, then nobody does," Mary Louise said. "There has never been so fired-up a band of Gypseys as these Duffeys." Abd Beth chimed in again. "Oh, there's no question about who they are," she said. "They're you. They're you if you were multipled ten or eleven times, if you were better looking and smarter than you really are, if you were more colorful, if you were wittier, if yoy wer more magnetic. They are you exactly, with ten thousand superior things added to each of them." Beth's little girls had long since become big girls. Beth was a grandmother now, but she was still a piece of cool, ivory statuary that laughed. "I know, Melky, every time that I see one of them (and I've been seeing them yesterday and today everywhere) that you thought him up, or her. If I wanted to make people, how would I start, Duffey? I bet mine wouldn't be as sprawling or overdone as yours are. We will see some of your creatures tonight. Wherever we go, some of them will be there. What are they doing in St. Louis? I also love you with your nose in that sling." "I believe that the creatures are holding some sort of conclave in this town this week," Duffey said, "but I didn't authorize it." "You had better authorize it, Duffey," Erlenbaum, Beth's husband, said with a mountainous grin. Erlenbaum sometimes kneaded huge fists and grinned loweringly at Duffey, and Duffey pushed him a ways by taking him. "If you can't whip them, Duffey, and you can't, then you'd better join them. If they were yours once, they're not now. Any of them would take you around on a leash like a little dog." Duffey and the Bagbys and the Erlenbaums arrived at Rounders' Club. Most times, when Duffey would come into Rounders', whether he had been gone for an hour or for three years, a band or orchestra or combo would strike up 'The Mng Shall Ride'. For Duffey was still King at the Rounders' Club. But now he was not noticed when he came in. There were other attractions there. There was the picture of the 'Severed Giant Hands' up over the doorway that led to the Elegant Riverboat Deck. These 'Severed Giant Hands'were an old dream of Duffey's. Now it was the case that Duffey felt his own hands to be severed and deprived of further creative functions when he came into the presence of several of his own creations. How had he ever done them? And how had they gone so far beyond everything that he had any knowledge of? There were several of the Duffeys-come-to-town present. They were brilliant, bedazzled, larger than life, overwhelming, loud, grotesquely suer-intelligent, roughing, shouting, pleasant, pleasant, pleasant. They had very light ways for their very great masses. It was as if they had just come from other gravities and other worlds. Duffey might as well be invisinle, for all that anybody would give him a look when the more flamboyant 'Duffeys'were there. Then the vane swung around and Duffey became visible once more. "Oh, it was Duffey himself!" a female of the incredible species |
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