"Robert Rankin - Waiting for Godalming" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robert Rankin) Waiting for Godalming
Robert Rankin For my bestest buddy NICK REEKIE A great Sherlockian You work it out! I really hated the doctor's office. It smelled of feet and fish and fear. A fetid fermentation. And I really hated the doctor too. He was a wrong'un, that doctor. On the outside, to the naked eyeball, he looked fine. He looked just the way that a doctor should look. The way that you would expect a doctor to look. But that's what they do, the wrong'uns. That's how they survive amongst us. They look just right. Just how they're supposed to look. Which is why no-one ever suspects them of being what they really are. Wrong'uns. But I know. Because I took the drug. I can see them for what they really are. Foul demonic creatures of Hell. And I can stop could drive them back to the bottomless pit. I could. I really could. If only I could stay awake for a little bit longer. Just a couple of days. That's all I need. Just a couple of days. "So," said the doctor, glancing up from his case notes, my case notes. "Do you want to continue with the consultation?" "Buddy," I told him. "All I want is some more of those wide- awake tablets. So I don't keep falling asleep." "The tablets help then, do they?" "Tablets always help," I said. "That's what tablets are for, isn't it?" "Some of them." The doctor peered at me over his spectacles. I'd had a pair like them once. Special lenses in mine, though. Invented them myself. 2D spectacles. The opposite of 3D spectacles. When you looked through mine, they made the world go flat. Like you were watching a movie, see? Like you were in a movie. Ken Kesey once said, "Always stay in your own movie," and that's what I do. That's how I survive. I made the frames of my spectacles long and narrow, so that my world was a widescreen movie. But they weren't a success. I had some really hairy moments on the motorway. So I don't invent things any more. I just stick to what I do best. And that is being the greatest private eye in the business. "Do you want to talk about your dreams?" the doctor asked. |
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