"Destroyer 022 - Brain Drain.pdb" - читать интересную книгу автора (Williams Remo)

"But you think you will know it when you see it," Chiun said.
"Yeah. Right."
"You will never know it. Nothing is found that is not known before," Chiun said.
They strolled into a large old building that Remo remembered, his first gymnasium, where he had met Chiun and begun learning the ways of Sinanju. There were basketball hoops on the sides now, and mats and tumbling bars.
"I used to think guns and large numbers of men were powerful then," Remo said.
"You ate meat then, too," said Chiun.
"That was the hardest thing giving up. I used to dream of steaks. I remember how impressed I was when you cracked that two-by-four with your hand. I mean, just cracking a piece of wood and I thought it was wonderful. You know, I never understood half the things you told me then."
"Then?" said Chiun, cackling. "Then?"
"Sure, then."
"Which explains why we wander around here uselessly, not even knowing what we look for. I tell you, Remo, you have caused me great disturbance in my peace."
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"What are you worried for?" asked Remo. An exercise class, apparently of employees, filled the far end of the gym. They puffed back and forth across the wooden floor two times, then stretched their muscles in exercises that Remo recognized as contrary, that is, one exercise worked against another so that people strained instead "of increasing in power.
"Was I that bad, Little Father?"
"Worse," said Chiun. "You were a drinker of alcohol, an eater of meat, violent in your movements, and contemptuous and venal in your character."
"Yeah. What a change."
"Yes. You no longer drink alcohol or eat meat."
Walking to Smith's office overlooking Long Island Sound, Remo told Chiun of the incident at the hospital.
"What of that nurse?" asked Chiun. "Did she remind you of anyone you have met before?"
"No." ""
"Were you concentrating when you met her?"
Remo paused. "No. I was thinking of something the computer said."
"Well, we shall see," said Chiun.
"See what?"
"I do not know. But we will know. We will know because we will not seek. We will let whatever looks for us find us."
"That's a minor problem, Little Father. The whole organization may be going under."
"Wrong," said Chiun. "Your problem is your life. Your organization's problem is your organization's problem. If it is not to survive, then it is not to sur-
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vive. Have you heard of the Aztec kings? Where are they now? Where are the czars? Where are the pharaohs? They are not. The House of Sinanju survives because it does not wallow in foreign trivia."
"I've got a job, Little Father."
The receptionist in Smith's office said he was not in that day.
"Any calls for him ?" asked Remo.
"With all due respect, sir, that's none of your business. He is in a hospital in Cape Cod. You might try telephoning him. He told me there were certain items he would be able to handle by phone, and if your..."
"When did you speak to him?" interrupted Remo.
"This morning."
"What?"
"Forgive him, child," said Chiun. "He does not know what he is doing."
Remo phoned the hospital. It was true. There had been an incident the night before, but Cape Cod General could not be held responsible, and the patient wanted no notoriety.
Remo and Chiun reached the hospital by late afternoon. Remo explained to Chiun that he couldn't exactly go in. He might be recognized. He was, well, sort of running from the police yesterday.
"Why were you running from the police? Are you trying to be a thief now, as well as an emperor?"
"I can't explain," said Remo. They waited until nightfall and entered through an alley basement door and walked up the stairs to Smith's room.
The same nurse was on duty.
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"I want to talk to you," said Remo.
"Doctor Smith will see you now," she said.
"Hold," said Chiun. "Do not go farther, Remo. Get away from that nurse."
"The old one remembers me," said the nurse. "Breasts and makeup do not fool the old man, do they?"
"What's going on ?" said Remo.
"If you want to see Doctor Smith, enter," said the nurse.
"Remo, is that you?" came Smith's voice from the room.
"I'm going in," said Remo, but he felt the long fingers of Chiun on his back. He tried to bend away from them, but they kept with him, and he skidded on the slippery floor wax.