"Kurt Vonnegut - The Sirens of Titan" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vonnegut Kurt)

Gimcrack religions were big business. Mankind, ignorant of the truths that lie within every
human being, looked outward тАФ pushed ever outward. What mankind hoped to learn in its
outward push was who was actually in charge of all creation, and what all creation was all about.
Mankind flung its advance agents ever outward, ever outward. Eventually it flung them out
into space, into the colorless, tasteless, weightless sea of outwardness without end.
It flung them like stones.
These unhappy agents found what had already been found in abundance on Earth тАФ a
nightmare of meaninglessness without end. The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were
three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.
Outwardness lost, at last, its imagined attractions.
Only inwardness remained to be explored.
Only the human soul remained terra incognita.
This was the beginning of goodness and wisdom.
What were people like in olden times, with their souls as yet unexplored?
The following is a true story from the Nightmare Ages, falling roughly, give or take a few
years, between the Second World War and the Third Great Depression.
There was a crowd.
The crowd had gathered because there was to be a materialization. A man and his dog were
going to materialize, were going to appear out of thin air тАФ wispily at first, becoming, finally, as
substantial as any man and dog alive.
The crowd wasn't going to get to see the materialization. The materialization was strictly a
private affair on private property, and the crowd was emphatically not invited to feast its eyes.
The materialization was going to take place, like a modern, civilized hanging, within high,
blank, guarded walls. And the crowd outside the walls was very much like a crowd outside the
walls at a hanging.
The crowd knew it wasn't going to see anything, yet its members found pleasure in being near,
in staring at the blank walls and imagining what was happening inside. The mysteries of the
materialization, like the mysteries of a hanging, were enhanced by the wall; were made
pornographic by the magic lantern slides of morbid imaginations тАФ magic lantern slides
projected by the crowd on the blank stone walls.
The town was Newport, Rhode Island, U.S.A., Earth, Solar System, Milky Way. The walls
were those of the Rumfoord estate.
Ten minutes before the materialization was to take place, agents of the police spread the rumor
that the materialization had happened prematurely, had happened outside the walls, and that the
man and his dog could be seen plain as day two blocks away. The crowd galloped away to see
the miracle at the intersection.
The crowd was crazy about miracles.
At the tail end of the crowd was a woman who weighed three hundred pounds. She had a
goiter, a caramel apple, and a gray little six-year-old girl. She had the little girl by the hand and
was jerking her this way and that, like a ball on the end of a rubber band. "Wanda June," she
said, "if you don't start acting right, I'm never going to take you to a materialization again."

The materializations had been happening for nine years, once every fifty-nine days. The most
learned and trustworthy men in the world had begged heartbrokenly for the privilege of seeing a
materialization. No matter how the great men worded their requests, they were turned down cold.
The refusal was always the same, handwritten by Mrs. Rumfoord's social secretary.

Mrs. Winston Niles Rumfoord asks me to inform you that she is unable to extend the invitation
you request. She is sure you will understand her feeling in the matter: that the phenomenon you
wish to observe is a tragic family affair, hardly a fit subject for the scrutiny of outsiders, no