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

ahead of us! The taxi driver was right, after all. I hope you haven't sniffed
up all the 'snow', ha, ha, ha!"

I stood there open-mouthed. The vast captain waved my own card under my nose.
A taxi-driver had read the wrong side.

"Ain't yer goin' ter let us in, Ive?" suggested Mrs Cornelius a little
peevishly. "It's bleedin' freezin' art 'ere.".

I stepped back.

Mrs Cornelius led the way into the little house. "'Ow sweet!"

Fiorella's ruined face expressed the comic distress of a Commedia horse. Mandy
folded her arms in disapproval.

Goering flung himself in one of our comfortable armchairs. "Is all the fun
over? Who has the happy-powder?" His thickly-accented English was
indecipherable to everyone but me. They ignored him. Mrs Cornelius handed her
coat to Fiorello. "Gawd! What 'appened ter you? Somebody beat yer up?"
Gracefully De Bazzanno took her coat and handed it to Mandy Butter who had by
now recovered at least a patina of conventional hospitality. "Can I get you
all a drink?" she wanted to know. "Camparis? Manhattans?"

"Fuck your Campari Manhattans," said Margherita Sarfatti, hurling herself onto
the sofa. "Hello, Hermann, mein liebschen. How was the party?"

Mandy grasped at the only fact which had at last emerged for her. She looked
steadily at me and said in a small voice as she poured the drinks. "Do I
understand that you and Margherita have been having an affair?"

"Not at all," I said.

"Judas," said La Sarfatti absently. She was smiling at Goering and helping
herself to a bar of chocolate which had been lying on the table. "Did you get
that Lautrec I recommended?"

"Oh, Margherita! I am still a poor man, you know!" He asked again after the
niege. I had begun to realise this creature was something of an addict. I felt
sympathy for him, of course, but I have always said that if the drug begins to
use you, that is when you should stop the drug. I was to learn later that his
favourite drugs were narcotics, like morphine, which have a debilitating
effect on the character as well as creating addiction. I have always warned
young people off such drugs. The narcotics are a danger to society, robbing
men and women of all will. Stimulants, however, like cocaine, have a
completely different effect, creating dynamism and positive progress in
society -- unless a narcotics user decides to use them. Then a very strange
result occurs. Herman Goering, whom I last saw at Nurenberg, was a living
example of that result. Fifteen years earlier, however, he was still not the
slave to his addiction that he became. Ultimately, of course, Hitler had to