"Ray Vukcevich - Rejoice" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vukcevich Ray)

touch this machine with all the black knobs and buttons and levers and gauges. Look
at all the hoses. Look at the dark hopper. The spark. Watch out! Touch the rough
iron crank. Yes, thatтАЩs it. It hums and hums and pulses. Quite warm, yes. It has
taken years of research, years of trial and error, cycle upon cycle of try/fail to bring
this machine into existence. So many high hopes dashed.

The immediate ancestor of this machine was a simple reader, a device
designed to appreciate Latin utterances which you would enter from a keyboard and
which it would display upon a screen. I can see youтАЩre wondering how I knew the
machine really appreciated the Latin. Well, I would ask it, of course. I would say, for
example, so what do you think of ogitocay ergoay umsay? And that most excellent
but primitive machine would reply, oh wow that last Classic Latin Utterance was
really something Else!

Proving and providing and paving the way for the current work which shows
beyond all doubt that this written record, I slapped the revered volume and dust rose
and she sneezed, is composed of such exquisite detail, such esoteric imagery, such
private symbolism that it is not simply a book by J, dead all these many years, but
rather is J himself!

How can that be, Victor?

ItтАЩs all here, I said, the whole ball of wax, from soup to nuts, liver and lights,
every last scrap, the works, his very essence.

I can bring him back.

This book is a symbolic map of his mind and can be reinstalled now that the
proper technology is available.

IтАЩve only to pop the book into the hopper here and hook up the hoses and
crank the crank and the corpse will dance again darling put out your hand and wake
the Finn again.

Oh my, yes, she said, and we said what she said, and he said, so encouraged
by this realization, this sudden spacklesparkle in dark eyes, you know we know, I
swept the sheet from the body.

You canтАЩt imagine the trouble I went through to get the parts. Knocked
together from boneyard bits and pieces picked up at the sites of auto accidents, I
sewed a lot of it together myself.
 Ugg, she said.

Oh, weтАЩre not done, I said, weтАЩre definitely not done. We still have to idandify
the body, I said. Mucho! Bring me the pearls and the red high heels! I pushed at the
cheek of the corpse with my finger but it didnтАЩt push back. What would you think of
a spot of rouge?

Rouge is nice, she said.