Міжзірковий мандрівник
Chapter 9
Onceyoumakeyourbodydiethatwayitdon’tmatterwhethertheykeepyouinthejacketamonthonend.Youdon’tsuffernone,andyourbodydon’tsuffer.Youknowtherearecasesofpeoplewhohavesleptawholeyearatatime.That’sthewayitwillbewithyourbody.Itjuststaysthereinthejacket,nothurtingoranything,justwaitingforyoutocomeback.
“Youtryit.Iamgivingyouthestraightsteer.”
“Andifhedon’tcomeback?”Oppenheimer,asked.
“Thenthelaughwillbeonhim,Iguess,Jake,”Morrellanswered.“Unless,maybe,itwillbeonusforstickingroundthisolddumpwhenwecouldgetawaythateasy.”
Andheretheconversationended,forPie-FaceJones,wakingcrustilyfromstolenslumber,threatenedMorrellandOppenheimerwithareportnextmorningthatwouldmeanthejacketforthem.Mehedidnotthreaten,forheknewIwasdoomedforthejacketanyway.
Ilaylongthereinthesilence,forgettingthemiseryofmybodywhileIconsideredthispropositionMorrellhadadvanced.Already,asIhaveexplained,bymechanicalself-hypnosisIhadsoughttopenetratebackthroughtimetomypreviousselves.ThatIhadpartlysucceededIknew;butallthatIhadexperiencedwasaflutteringofapparitionsthatmergederraticallyandwerewithoutcontinuity
