Міжзірковий мандрівник
Chapter 16
Thenwhoputitintoyourmind?”
“AdamStrang.”
“Notonyourtintype.AdamStrangisapipe-dream.Youreaditsomewhere.”
“Never,”Iaverred.“ThelittleIreadofKoreawasthewarcorrespondenceatthetimeoftheJapanese-RussianWar.”
“Doyourememberallyouread?”Oppenheimerqueried.
“No.”
“Someyouforget?”
“Yes,but—”
“That’sall,thankyou,”heinterrupted,inthemannerofalawyerabruptlyconcludingacross-examinationafterhavingextractedafataladmissionfromawitness.
ItwasimpossibletoconvinceOppenheimerofmysincerity.HeinsistedthatIwasmakingitupasIwentalong,althoughheapplaudedwhathecalledmy“to-be-continued-in-our-next,”and,atthetimestheywererestingmeupfromthejacket,wascontinuallybeggingandurgingmetorunoffafewmorechapters.
“Now,professor,cutoutthathigh-browstuff,”hewouldinterruptEdMorrell’sandmymetaphysicaldiscussions,“andtellusmoreabouttheki-sangandthecunies.
