"Christopher Stasheff - St Vidicon to the Rescue" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stasheff Christopher)

Television screens all over the world lit up with the grave but faintly-smiling image of the Pope.
"Dearly beloved in ChristтАж"

The picture flickered.

Father Vidicon darted a glance at the converter. Its tally light was dead. Beside it, the light glowed
atop the back-up converter.

"Quick! The big one died!" Father Vidicon yanked open the top of the long gray box and wrenched
out the burned-out resistor.

"There are a few points of theology on which we can't agree with Reverend Sun," His Holiness was
saying. "Foremost among these is his concept of the Trinity. We just can't agree that Reverend Sun is
himself the third Person, the 'younger son' of GodтАж"

Brother Anson slapped the spare resistor into Father Vidicon's palm.

"тАж nor is the sharing of a marijuana cigarette a valid form of worship, in the Church's eyes," the
Pope went on. "But the Council does agree thatтАж"

The screen went dark.

Father Vidicon shoved the spare into its clips and threw the routing switch.

The screen glowed again. "тАж have always been implicit in Catholic doctrine," His Holiness was
saying, "but the time has come to state their implications. First among these is the notion of 'levels of
reality.' Everything that exists is real; but God is the Source of reality, as He is the Source of everything.
And the metaphor of 'the breath of God' for the human soul means thatтАж"

"Yes, it's gone." Father Vidicon yanked the burned-out resistor out of the backup "The

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manufacturers must think they can foist off all their defectives on the Church."

Brother Anson took the lump of char and gave him a new resistor. "That's our last spare, Father
Vidicon."

Father Vidicon shoved it into its clips. "What're the odds against three of these blowing in a space
of ten minutes?"

"Gunderson's Corollary," Brother Anson agreed.

Father Vidicon slapped down the cover. "We're up against perversity, Brother Anson."

The tally blinked out on the main converter as the little red light on the backup glowed into life.

"We're out of spares," Brother Anson groaned.