"William Morrison - Galaxy - 1953-10 - The Model of a Judge" - читать интересную книгу автора (Morrison William)

asteroidsтАФand he could tell us everything we had added, and exactly how much."

"I find that hard to believe, Matilda. "
"Isn't it? It's honestly incredible. If I hadn ' t seen him do it myself, I wouldn' t have believed it."
"But lie doesn't have human preferences. Wasn ' t heтАФwasn ' t heтАФ"
"Carnivorous? Oh, yes. They say he was the most vicious creature imaginable. Let an animal come
within a mile of him, and he'd scent it and he after it in a flash. He and the others of his kind made the
moon he came from uninhabitable for any other kind of intel-ligent life. Come to think of it, it may have
been the very moon we ' re on now!"
"Really?"
"Either this, or some other moon of Saturn's. We had to do something about it. We didn't want to kill
them off, naturally; that would have been the easiest way, but so uncivilized! Finally, our scientists came
up with the suggestion for psychological reform-ing. Professor Holder told us how difficult it all was, but
it seems to have worked. In his case, at least."
Mrs. Silver stole another glance. "Did it? I don't notice any one going near him."
Oh, we don ' t like to tempt fate, Clara. But if there were really any danger, I'm sure the psychologists
"


would never have let him out of their clutches."
"I hope not. But psychologists take the most reckless risks some-timesтАФwith other people's lives!"
"Well, there's one psychologist who ' s risking his own lifeтАФand his own wife, too. You know Dr.
Cabanis, don ' t you?"
Only by sight. Isn't his wife that stuck-up thing?"
"


"That's the one. Dr. Cabanis is the man who had actual charge of reforming him. And he's going to be
here. His wife is entering a cake."
"Don' t tell me that she really expects to win!"
"She bakes well, my dear. Let's give the she-devil her clue. How on Earth an intelligent man like Dr.
Cabanis can stand her. I don't know, but, after all, he's the psychologist, not I, and he could probably
explain it better than I could. "

Ronar disengaged his attention.
So Dr. Cabanis was here. He looked around, but the psychologist was not in sight. He would
probably arrive later.
The thought stirred a strange mixture of emotions. Some of the most painful moments of his life were
associated with the presence of Dr. Cabanis. His early life, the life of a predatory carnivore, had been an
unthinkingly happy one. He supposed that he could call his present life a happy one too, if you weren't
overly particular how you defined the term. But that period in between!
That had been, to say the least, painful. Those long sessions with Dr. Cabanis had stirred him to the
depths of a soul he hadn't known he possessed. The electric shocks and the druggings he hadn't minded
so much. But the gradual reshaping of his entire psyche, the period of basic instruction, in which he had
been taught to hate his old life so greatly that he could no longer go back to it even if the way were open,
and the conditioning for a new and use-ful life with human beingsтАФthat was torture of the purest kind.
If he had known what was ahead of him, he wouldn't have gone through it all. He'd have fought until
he dropped, as so many of the others like him did. Still, now that it was over, he supposed that the results
were worth the pain. He had a position that was more important than it seemed at first glance. He
exercised control over a good part of the food supply intended for the outer planets, and his word was