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Do celu tam się wysiada. Lec Stanisław Jerzy (pierw. de Tusch-Letz, 1909-1966)
A bogowie grają w kości i nie pytają wcale czy chcesz przyłączyć się do gry (. . . ) Bogowie kpią sobie z twojego poukładanego życia (. . . ) nie przejmują się zbytnio ani naszymi planami na przyszłość ani oczekiwaniami. Gdzieś we wszechświecie rzucają kości i przypadkiem wypada twoja kolej. I odtąd zwyciężyć lub przegrać - to tylko kwestia szczęścia. Borys Pasternak
Idąc po kurzych jajach nie podskakuj. Przysłowie szkockie
I Herkules nie poradzi przeciwko wielu.
Dialog półinteligentów równa się monologowi ćwierćinteligenta. Stanisław Jerzy Lec (pierw. de Tusch - Letz, 1909-1966)
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. Alan, you promised I didn t promise anything, he half smiled, but I ll tell you this, thatanything you say to me is to Alan Wembury the individual, and not to AlanWembury the police officer.Mary, my dear, you re in trouble: won t you let mehelp you? She shook her head. I can t.I can t! This has made things so dreadful.Maurice is so vindictive,and he will never forgive Johnny.And he was going to be so nice& he wasgetting us a little farm in the country. It was on the tip of Alan s tongue to tell her the truth about the betrayal, butthe rigid discipline of the police force was triumphant.The first law and the lastlaw of criminal detection is never to betray the informer. It s a mystery to me why Johnny went to this house.He told some storyabout there being loot, the proceeds of an old burglary, hidden in a cistern; butof course there was nothing of the sort. She was crouching over the table, her head on her hands, her eyes closed.Hethought for a moment she was going to faint, and his arm went about hershoulder. Mary, can t I help you? His voice was husky.He found a difficulty inbreathing. I don t care how you think of me, whether it is as the son of yourold servant, as Inspector Wembury the police officer, or just Alan Wembury&who loves you! She did not move; made no attempt to withdraw from his encircling arm. I ve said it now and I m glad, he went on breathlessly. I ve always lovedyou since you were a child.Won t you tell me everything, Mary? And then suddenly she pushed him away and came to her feet, wild-eyed, herlips parted as at some horrible thought.165 I can t, I can t! she said, almost incoherently. Don t touch me, Alan& I mnot worthy of you& I thought I need not go, but now I know that I must& forJohnny s sake. Go where? he asked sternly, but she shook her head.Then she flung her hands out impulsively and caught him in a frenzied clasp. Alan, I know you love me& and I m glad& glad! You know what thatmeans, don t you? A woman wouldn t say that unless she& she felt that wayherself.But I ve got to save Johnny I must! Won t you tell me what it is? She shook her head. I can t.This is one of the hard places that I ve got to go through withouthelp. But he was not to be silenced. Is it Meister? he asked. Is it some threat that he is holding over you? Mary shook her head wearily. I don t want to talk about it, Alan what can I do for Johnny? Is it really abad charge I mean, will he be sent to penal servitude again? Do you think thatMaurice could save him? For the moment Johnny s fate did not interest the police officer.He had nomind, no thought for anybody but this lonely girl, battered and bruised andbroken.His arms went round her; he held her to h breast and kissed her coldislips. Don t, please, Alan, she murmured, and realising that she had no physicalstrength to resist, he released her gently.He himself was shaking like an aspen when he moved to the door. I m going to solve a few mysteries about Johnny and about other things, he said, between his teeth. Will you stay here where I can find you? I willcome back in an hour. Dimly divining his purpose, she called him back, but he was gone.Meister s house was in darkness when Alan struggled through the fog intoFlanders Lane.The police officer on duty at the door had nothing to reportexcept that he had heard the sound of a piano coming faintly from one of theupper rooms.The policeman had the key of the gate and the front door, and, leaving theman on duty outside, Alan strode into the house.As he mounted the stairs, thesounds of a Humoresque came down to him.He tried Meister s door: it waslocked.He tapped on the panel. What do you want? asked Meister s slurred voice. Who is it? Wembury.Open the door, said Alan impatiently.166 He heard the man growl as he crossed the room, and presently the door wasopened.He walked in; the room was in darkness save for a light which camefrom one standard lamp near the piano. Well, what s that young blackguard got to say for himself? demandedMaurice.He had been drinking heavily; the place reeked with the smell ofspirits.There was a big bruise on his cheek where John Lenley had struck him.Without invitation, Alan switched on the lights, and the lawyer blinkedimpatiently at him. I don t want lights.Curse you, why did you put those lights on? he snarled. I want to see you, said Wembury, and I would like you to see me! Meister stared at him stupidly. Well, he asked at last, you wanted to see me? You seem to have takencharge of my house, Mr.Wembury.You walk in and you go out as you wish;you turn on my lights and put them off at your own sweet will.Now perhapsyou will condescend to explain your attitude and your manner
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