"Michael Moorcock - The Eternal Champion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moorcock Michael)existence, no doubt. Then, between wakefulness and sleeping. I began every night to hear voices .
.. At first I dismissed them, expecting to fall immediately asleep, but they continued, and I began trying to listen to them, thinking, perhaps, to receive some message from my unconscious. But the most commonly repeated word was gibberish to me: Erekos├л . . . Erekos├л . . . Erekos├л . . . I could not recognise the language, though it had a peculiar familiarity. The closest language I could place it with was the language of Sioux Indians, but I knew only a few words of Sioux. Erekos├л . . . Erekos├л . . . Erekos├л Each night I redoubled my efforts to concentrate on the voices and gradually I began to experience much stronger hypnagogic hallucinations, until one night it seemed that I broke free from my body altogether. *** Had I hung for an eternity in limbo? Was I alive-dead? Was there a memory of a world that lay in the far past or the distant future? Of another world which seemed closer? And the names? Was I John Daker or Erekos├л? Was I either of these? Many other names-Corom Bannan Flurrun, Aubec, Elric, hung in darkness, bodiless. A man spoke. Where was he? I tried to look but had no eyes with which to see . . . *** 'Erekos├л the Champion, where are you?' Another voice: 'Father . . . it is only a legend . . .' 'No, lolinda. I feel he is listening. Erekos├л . . .' file:///G|/rah/Michael%20Moorcock/Michael%20Moorcock%20-%20The%20Eternal%20Champion.txt (2 of 103) [2/6/2004 5:31:57 PM] file:///G|/rah/Michael%20Moorcock/Michael%20Moorcock%20-%20The%20Eternal%20Champion.txt I tried to answer, but I had no tongue with which to speak. Then there were swirling half-dreams of a house in a great city of miracles-a swollen, grimy city of miracles, crammed with dull-coloured machines, many of which bore human passengers. There were |
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