"Gene Wolfe - Long Sun 3 - Calde Of The Long Sun" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wolfe Gene) CALDE OF THE LONG SUN
by Gene Wolfe Chapter 1 -- The Slaves of Scylla As unruffled by the disturbances shaking the city as by the furious thunderstorm that threatened with every gust to throw down its shiprock and return its mud brick to the parent mud, His Cognizance Patera Quetzal, Prolocutor of the Chapter of This Our Holy City of Viron, studied his present sere and sallow features in the polished belly of the silver teapot. As at this hour each day, he swung his head to the right and contemplated his nearly noseless profile, made a similar inspection of its obverse, and elevated his chin to display a lengthy and notably wrinkled neck. He had shaped and colored face and neck with care upon arising, as he did every morning; nevertheless, there remained the possibility (however remote) that something had gone awry by ten: thus the present amused but painstaking self-examination. "For I am a careful man," he muttered, pretending to smooth one thin white eyebrow. foundations at the final word, brightening every light in the room to a glare; rain and hail drummed the windowpanes. Patera Remora, Coadjutor of the Chapter, nodded solemnly. "Yes indeed, Your Cognizance. You are indeed a most--ah--advertent man." Yet there was always that possibility. "I'm growing old, Patera. Even we careful men grow old." Remora nodded again, his long bony face expressive of regret. "Alas, Your Cognizance." "As do many other things, Patera. Our city... The whorl itself grows old. When we're young, we notice things that are young, like ourselves. New grass on old graves. New leaves on old trees." Quetzal lifted his chin again to study his bulging reflection through hooded eyes. "The golden season of beauty and--um--elegiacs, Your Cognizance." Remora's fingers toyed with a dainty sandwich. "As we notice the signs of advancing age in ourselves, we see them in the whorl. Just a few chems today who ever saw a man who saw a man who remembered the day Pas made the whorl." A little bewildered by the rapid riffle through so many generations, Remora nodded again. "Indeed, Your Cognizance. Indeed |
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