"Michael Moorcock - An Evening at Home" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moorcock Michael)

for these Nazis -- it is a corruption of everything I have ever said or worked
for! A mish-mash. That Goering is a degenerate. You saw for yourself. They're
all vicious boy-buggering dopers and masochists. Everyone knows what they're
like. They admit it openly. That bugger Rohm makes no secret of it. He's
published his love letters to his catamites. They give our Fascism a bad name
by associating themselves with us. Believe me, Max, Germany can never be
anything but an enemy of Italy."

If only he had heeded his own judgement. But he was too good-natured, too
trusting. And in the end he was abandoned by all, to swing upside down in a
Milanese meat-market, one carcass amongst dozens. It is a tragedy which will
be told over and over again down the ages, just as Julius Caesar and Caligula
are told.

Mussolini's death was symbolic of the entire twentieth century.

And we wonder why our young people no longer understand their history!

This time the Duce came with me as I went to my office and found the plans we
needed -- simplified drawings which would give nothing away.

He was extremely pleased with the idea of involving Spanish capital. (I think
he had probably been worrying over fiscal matters recently. He was after all
in charge of every aspect of the nation's running. While others slept soundly,
Il Duce was up, pacing his lonely corridors, taking Alka Seltzer for his
ulcers and going over the affairs of the day.) I had the distinct impression
that my Land Leviathan was moving a little closer to reality. By the time I
had gone into my office, found the appropriate plans and brought them out, he
seemed in an ebullient mood again. I saluted and watched him drive away.

It was with a feeling of depression that I saw one of the secret service cars
came out of the shadows to pick me up.

Reluctantly I got into the car. I could still not be sure if the Duce had
absorbed the scene at my house or whether he would start to think about it
later. I was certain, however, that Mandy Butter was in no doubt about what
had been going on. It was with some misgivings that I anticipated returning
home.

I doubted if my lady friend would bring a worldly, European attitude to the
situation.