"H. Beam Piper - Naudsonce" - читать интересную книгу автора (Piper H Beam)"That's right. Sonny's stone deaf. He didn't even hear that rifle going off. The only one of this gang that
has brains enough to pour sand out of a boot with directions on the bottom of the heel, and he's a total linguistic loss." "So he isn't a half-wit, after all." "He's got an IQ close to genius level. Look at this; he never saw a wheel before yesterday; new he's designing one." Lillian's eyes widened. "So that's why Mom's so sharp about sign-talk. She's been doing it all his life." Then she remembered what she had come out to show him, and held out the clipboard. "You know how that analyzer of mine works? Well, here's what Ayesha's going to do. After breaking a sound into frequency bands instead of being photographed and projected, each band goes to an analyzer of its own, and is projected on its own screen. There'll be forty of them, each for a band of a hundred cycles, from zero to four thousand. That seems to be the Svant vocal range." The diagram passed from hand to hand during cocktail time, before dinner. Bennet Fayon had been working all day dissecting the animal they were all calling a domsee, a name which would stick even if and when they learned the native name. He glanced disinterestedly at the drawing, then looked again, more closely. Then he set down the drink he was holding in his other hand and studied it intently. "You know what you have here?" he asked. "This is a very close analogy to the hearing organs of that animal I was working on. The comb, as we've assumed, is the external organ. It's covered with small flaps and fissures. Back of each fissure is a long, narrow membrane; they're paired, one on each side of the comb, and from them nerves lead to clusters of small round membranes. Nerves lead from them to a complex nerve-cable at the bottom of the comb and into the brain at the base of the skull. I couldn't responds to a sound-frequency band, and the small ones on the inside break the bands down to individual frequencies." "How many of the little ones are there?" Ayesha asked. Thousands of them; the inner comb is simply packed with them. Wait; I'll show you." He rose and went away, returning with a sheaf of photo-enlargements and a number of blocks of lucite in which specimens were mounted. Everybody examined them. Anna de Jong, as a practicing psychologist, had an M.D. and to get that she'd had to know a modicum of anatomy; she was puzzled. "I can't understand how they hear with those things. I'll grant that the membranes will respond to sound, but I can't see how they transmit it." "But they do hear," Meillard said. "Their musical instruments, their reactions to our voices, the way they are affected by sounds like gunfireтАФ" "They hear, but they don't hear in the same way we do," Fayon replied. "If you can't be convinced by anything else, look at these things, and compare them with the structure of the human ear, or the ear of any member of any other sapient race we've ever contacted. That's what I've been saying from the beginning." "They have sound-perception to an extent that makes ours look almost like deafness," Ayesha Keithley said. "I wish I could design a sound-detector one-tenth as good as this must be." |
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