"Spider Robinson - Post Toast" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robinson Spider)

into the precise center of the hearth, where it explodes with a sound rather like a Macintosh booting up.
"TO ALL THE CALLAHAN'S PLACES!" everyone in the room choruses, and the fireplace begins
to feel like Jupiter did when Shoemaker-Levy came to visit...
 "Wait, one more," Spider calls. "To the guy who found a manuscript called 'The Guy With The Eyes'
in the Analog slushpile back in 1972, and decided to buy it, and mentor its author -- to one of the best sf
writers working today: Ben Bova, without whom all of this would not have been necessary..."
And another roar goes up from the throng. "TO BEN BOVA!"
And Spider, his hands both free now, slings his guitar back up into combat configuration. "Now I'll
just sing you this quick one and go. Jeanne was out of town for a few weeks, and I missed her, so I
wanted to write her a love song. The problem was, we've been married twenty years now: there just
ISN'T any way to say 'I love you' that I haven't used already, often. So I produced a song called
'Belaboring The Obvious.'
He hits a bluesy A6 chord, and begins to sing...and one can't help but sense the words are more than
a little apropos to Spider's situation in all THREE fictons:

BELABORING THE OBVIOUS
by
Spider Robinson
((C) 1996 by Spider Robinson; all rights reserved in all fictons:)

I want to tell you how I feel, love
But it ain't exactly news
Got no secrets to reveal love
But I'm gonna say it anyway,
'cause I'm alone and you're away
I haven't got a blessed thing to lose...

(so here goes:)

Water ain't dry, the sky goes up high,
And a booger makes pretty poor glue
You can't herd cats, bacteria don't wear hats
-- and I love you

Sugar ain't sour, bread's good with flour
And murder's a mean thing to do
Trees got wood, and fuckin' is pretty good
-- and I love you

Yeah, I'm belaboring the obvious:
You will have noticed all the good times
This is as practical an exercise
As taping twenty cents to my transmission
so that any time I want to
I can shift my pair o' dimes...

(but God knows:)

Goats don't vote, and iron don't float
And a hippy don't turn down boo