"Christopher Stasheff - Warlock 09 - The Warlocks Companion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stasheff Christopher)

"You said it was coldтАж"
"But I was eating it! The least you could do would be to make me a new one!"
"I don't know where I'll find the energy." Jose turned to punch buttons on the
autochef.
"Oh, so now it's sarcasm, is it?" Marcia was standing straight, chin lifted, eyes
sparkling. "Well, tell me, Mister Big Egalitarian, how you're going to be sarcastic about
your sacred Declaration!"
Jose whirled, staring. "I wouldn't dream of it!"
"But you'll break every principle in it, won't you?"
"I'm not breaking a single phrase!"
"Oh, yeah? Well, how about where it says that 'the Creator has endowed all people
with certain unalienable rights'?"
 "I neverтАж"
She overrode him. "And Jefferson shows how that means that 'these persons ought
to be free and independent entities'!''
Jose frowned. "I don't think that's quiteтАж"
"Oh, sure, nitpick about words! But let me tell you, Mister Know-It-AllтАФif 'these
persons ought to be free and independent entities,' then wives ought to be free and
independent of their husbands!"
"But he was talking about states !" Jose wailed.
"He was talking about principles !" Marcia whirled away to the door. "Come on, we'll
be late!"
She settled into one corner of the wraparound sofa and told the computer,
"Eight-Mile and Adams." She told Jose, "Close the door."
Jose frowned at her as the door closed behind him, but he schooled himself to
patience.
But not today. She was already saying, "If the principle applies to states, it applies
to people. If New Jersey was supposed to be independent of England, a wife should be
independent of her husband!"
"But you are!" The aircar moved, and Jose lurched into a seat.
"Then why do you still expect me to make breakfast?"
"Breakfast!" Jose hit his forehead with the heel of his hand. "Your muffins are sitting
in the autochef!"
"Oh, don't worry, I won't starve!" She certainly didn't look as though she would; her
whole form seemed almost radiant. "After all, I can stop and pick up a munch at the
Bite-tique. And all because you had to start this silly argument!"
Jose bit back the retort about who had started what and took a deep breath.
Breakfast? What did she want breakfast for? She thrived on arguments!
"Oh, that's right, do the martyred patience act!" Marcia snapped. "Can't you stand
up for yourself at all?"
"The question is, should I?" Jose said carefully. "After all, if the Declaration really
does sayтАж"
"Oh, leave the Declaration out of this! Can't you think for yourself?"
Jose looked up, hurt.
"And now it's the wounded puppy," Marcia said contemptuously. "Honestly, Jose,
sometimes you cling to me so much that it's smothering! I mean, if your precious
Declaration says to be a free and independent entity, you can at least let me be one,
can't you?"
Jose's face crumpled. "All right! If that's what you want, you can have it! I'll give you
a divorce!"