"Mack Reynolds - After Utopia" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reynolds Mack)

excitement for several days yet. Now, back to bed for
you. We can talk further, in the morning.тАЭ
Tracy nodded. тАЬI feel a little tired and a little tight,тАЭ he
admitted.
He went back to the room they had assigned him and
undressed, his mind still in a whirl. In bed, just before
dropping off into sleep, he gazed up at the ceiling. What
did he feel like? He felt something like he had as a kid,
back there in Cincinnati, when tomorrow was going to be
Christmas, when tomorrow was going to be the best day
that ever was.
He was drifting off into sleep before a worrying
thought wriggled up from below. He never quite grasped
it all. He remembered once when his father had been
unemployed and Christmas had been bleak. He never
quite grasped it all. However, his subconscious worked
away.
They were waiting for him on the terrace, which they
had set up for breakfast, when he emerged in the
morning. He was dressed, as they were, in most
imaginative clothes. Cogswell had already come to the
conclusion that fashions and styles were a thing of
yesteryear; people dressed in the most comfortable way
they damn well pleased. He supposed that followed;
fashion had largely been a matter of sales promotion, and
he assumed that sales promotion was in the doldrums
these days. His own Bermuda shorts, sports shirt and
sandals had been beside his bed when he had awakened.
And for the first time since his being brought out of
hibernation, or whatever you could call it, he felt really
fit, both mentally and physically alert. He felt that he
was ready for anything.
 After theyтАЩd exchanged the standard good mornings
and questioned him on his well being, Tracy came
immediately to the point.
тАЬSee here,тАЭ he told them. тАЬYesterday, I was pretty well
taken up with enthusiasm. I doubt if many men live to
see their own ideas of Utopia achieved. In fact, looking
back, I canтАЩt think of a single example. But, anyway, now
IтАЩd like to get some basic matters cleared up. IтАЩd like to
get down to the nitty-gritty.тАЭ
Jo Edmonds finished his cup of coffee, leaned back in
his chair, fished his piece of jade from a pocket, and
began fiddling with it. He said, тАЬFire away, old chap,тАЭ but
he, like the other two, seemed to have a faint element of
tension.
Cogswell took his chair and said, тАЬAll right now. As I
understand it, through a method devised by the
academician, here, you were able to send his mind back
in time to my age, hypnotize me, or whatever you want