Загублений світ
He is a Perfectly Impossible Person
"Gibberish!"hecried,leaningforward,withhisfingersonthetableandhisfaceprojecting."That’swhatIhavebeentalkingtoyou,sir—scientificgibberish!Didyouthinkyoucouldmatchcunningwithme—youwithyourwalnutofabrain?Youthinkyouareomnipotent,youinfernalscribblers,don’tyou?Thatyourpraisecanmakeamanandyourblamecanbreakhim?Wemustallbowtoyou,andtrytogetafavorableword,mustwe?Thismanshallhavealegup,andthismanshallhaveadressingdown!Creepingvermin,Iknowyou!You’vegotoutofyourstation.Timewaswhenyourearswereclipped.You’velostyoursenseofproportion.Swollengas-bags!I’llkeepyouinyourproperplace.Yes,sir,youhaven’tgotoverG.E.C.There’sonemanwhoisstillyourmaster.Hewarnedyouoff,butifyouWILLcome,bytheLordyoudoitatyourownrisk.Forfeit,mygoodMr.Malone,Iclaimforfeit!Youhaveplayedaratherdangerousgame,anditstrikesmethatyouhavelostit."
"Lookhere,sir,"saidI,backingtothedoorandopeningit;"youcanbeasabusiveasyoulike.Butthereisalimit.Youshallnotassaultme."
"ShallInot?"Hewasslowlyadvancinginapeculiarlymenacingway,buthestoppednowandputhisbighandsintotheside-pocketsofaratherboyishshortjacketwhichhewore."Ihavethrownseveralofyououtofthehouse.Youwillbethefourthorfifth.Threepoundfifteeneach—thatishowitaveraged.Expensive,butverynecessary.Now,sir,whyshouldyounotfollowyourbrethren?Iratherthinkyoumust."Heresumedhisunpleasantandstealthyadvance,pointinghistoesashewalked,likeadancingmaster.
Icouldhaveboltedforthehalldoor,butitwouldhavebeentooignominious.Besides,alittleglowofrighteousangerwasspringingupwithinme.
