"Sheri S. Tepper - After Long Silence" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tepper Sherri)

conspiratorial whisper, and he looked around to be sure no one was listening. "I mean, we don't always
say the same things under similar circumstances. Suppose I step on your toe. I could say, 'Gee, I'm
sorry,' or 'Excuse me,' or That was clumsy of me,' or 'Oh, shit,' or any one of a dozen other things, all
equally appropriate."
"That's true." Tasmin was interested, despite himself.

"Always before, I was looking for identical elements. All those translators I bought, I was always looking
for words or phrases or effects that were the same and had the same effect. But if we don't always say
the same thing to convey the same emotion, then maybe the Presences don't either and what I should be
looking for is clusters. Right?"

"It sounds logical."

"Well, so that's what I'm looking for now. I may even have found some. There are similar elements in
about ten percent of all PJs."

"What do you mean, similar?"

"Tone progressions of vowel sounds, mostly. With similar orchestrals. Horns and drums. There's
percussion in ninety-five percent of the clusters and horns in over eighty percent, and the other twenty
have organ effects that are rather like horn sounds."

Jaconi's description had set off a chain of recollection in Tasmin's mind, and he reached for it, rubbing his
forehead. "Jacky, I brought you the new Enigma score a week or so ago."

"You poor guy. I looked it over after you left it and it was a bitch."

"Well, yeah, it was complex, but not that bad, really. The Explorer's notes were excellent; I've never
seen better. It did have a long sequence at the first of the PJs, though lots of vowel progressions in thirds
and fifths and percussion and horns."

"Who came up with it?"

"Some explorer who normally works way up in the northwest. Don Furz? Does it ring a bell?"

"Furz's Rogue Tower Variations. Furz's Creeping Desert Suite. Furz's Canon for Fanglings." He
pronounced it "Farzh."

"Oh,Farzh. I should have realized."

"When's it scheduled for trial?"

"It isn't. The Master General wanted it on file, that's all."

"No volunteers?"

"That's a bad joke, Jacky. We've been trying the Enigma for about a hundred years and what's the score
by now? Enigma, about eighty. Tripsingers, zero. We won't have a volunteer unless we have someone set
on suicide."