"Лорд Дансени. The Gods of the Mountain (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

Oogno:
Alas for them! A miserly heart must be a sore
affliction.

Thahn:
A sore affliction indeed, and bad for our calling.

Oogno: {reflectively}
They have been thus for many months. What thing has
befallen them?

Thahn:
Some evil thing.

Ulf:
There has been a comet come near to the earth of late
and the earth has been parched and sultry so that the
gods are drowsy and all those things that are divine in
man, such as benevolence, drunkenness, extravagance,
and song, have faded and died and have not been
replenished by the gods.

Oogno:
It has indeed been sultry.

Thahn:
I have seen the comet o' nights.

Ulf:
The gods are drowsy.

Oogno:
If they awake not soon and make this city worthy again
of our order I for one shall forsake the calling and
buy a shop and sit at ease in the shade and barter for
gain.

Thahn:
You will keep a shop?

{Enter Agmar and Slag. Agmar, though poorly dressed,
is tall, imperious, and older than Ulf. Slag follows
behind him.}

Agmar:
Is this a beggar who speaks?

Oogno:
Yes, master, a poor beggar.