"Jack Womack - Ambient 06 - Going, Going, Gone" - читать интересную книгу автора (Womack Jack)

roll, I fear, New YorkтАЩs waiting.┬л
 ┬╗You strike me as an infinitely adaptable fellow of subtle re-
sources,┬л Hamilton said. The smile he gave me would have
shamed a wax museum. ┬╗Martin knows youтАЩre the man for the
job. Perhaps we should agree to leave the matter open. It seems
to me you should be considerably more interested in hearing us
out than youтАЩve yet understood.┬л
I understood he could probably corner the market in nasty if
he wanted, but I didnтАЩt want to wait around and find out. ┬╗Tally
ho, my brothers, that trainтАЩs at the gate.┬л
┬╗IтАЩll be calling you,┬л Martin said.
DidnтАЩt look back as I strolled but I knew they kept me in the
crosshairs. Took the long way out through the lobby, to tell the
world I was in no rush. Soon as I was out of range I let my feet
do their business. Had the admiral outside whistle up a cab, and
two minutes later I was cruising up Connecticut en route to
DuPont Circle. Neglecting to stop by the stationhouse to give
the gang my regards I bounded down the escalator and hopped
the noon express. Settling into a crowded car I switched off the
seatтАЩs radio and settled back, trying to put breakfast, that song,
those ghosts, everything out of mind. In two hours IтАЩd pipeline
straight into Penn StationтАЩs warm marble barn and then itтАЩd be
hello, New York. I couldnтАЩt wait.

Once I was back in the free world I wasted no time heading for
my castle. No sooner did I get there, though, than I realized I
might as well have left the drawbridge down. My greeting
committee floated above the corner of the living room, near the
window and to the left of the hi-fi.
Help.
 What really made my bag rise this time was my quietude in
the face of this species of unnatural. Bad pennies are forever
turning up but not being surprised when you find them is
another matter indeed. There was only one thing left to try.
Hair of a different dog taken in ideal conditions proves an
unfailing remedy in most cases of aftershock, and I could see no
reason it wouldnтАЩt work here. I have to be truthful and say I
donтАЩt know how hard I looked. Unplugging the phone, I greased
and papered my VictrolaтАЩs spinner and slid a new needle in the
tone arm. Thumbed through the C shelf until I spotted the right
man. Lay down the shellac, grooved the point and let it spin. No
crime in listening. Never was.
┬╗Pastafazoola, Tallullah тАУ┬л
No crime in singing along, though the neighbours might dis-
agree.
┬╗Pass me a pancake, Mandrake тАУ┬л
No doubt about it, these palefaces werenтАЩt hep to the jive. My
two ghosts took the hint and condensed. Suspected theyтАЩd be
back but that was then and this was now.
Alone again I stashed the cash MartinтАЩd slipped me for my