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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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.The driver said: "Just a minute, sir." 'He got out and Teg had his first lookat the man's face: extremely thin with a long nose and tiny mouth.The visibletracery of surgical reconstruction laced his cheeks.The eyes glowed silver,obviously artificial.He turned away and went into the house.When hereturned, he opened Teg's door."Please be quick, sir.The one inside isheating soup for you.I have said you are a banker.No need to pay."The ground was icy crisp underfoot.Teg had to stoop slightly for the doorway.He entered a dark hallway, wood-paneled and with a well-lighted room at the end.The smell of food there drew him like a magnet.His arms were trembling oncemore.A small table had been set beside a window with a view of an enclosed andcovered garden.Bushes heavy with red flowers almost concealed the stone wallthat defined the garden.Yellow hotplaz gleamed over the space, bathing it in asummery artificial light.Teg sank gratefully into the single chair at thetable.White linen, he saw, with an embossed edge.A single soup spoon.A door creaked at his right and a squat figure entered carrying a bowl fromwhich steam arose.The man hesitated when he saw Teg, then brought the bowl tothe table and placed it in front of Teg.Alerted by that hesitation, Teg forcedhimself to ignore the tempting aroma drifting to his nostrils and concentratedinstead on his companion."It is good soup, sir.I made it myself."An artificial voice.Teg saw the scars at the sides of the jaw.There was thelook of an ancient mechanical about this man -- an almost neckless head attachedto thick shoulders, arms that seemed oddly jointed at both shoulders and elbows, legs that appeared to swing only from the hips.He stood motionless now but hehad entered here with a slightly jerking sway that said he was mostlyreplacement artificials.The look of suffering in his eyes could not beavoided."I know I'm not pretty, sir," the man rasped."I was ruined in the Alajoryexplosion."Teg had no idea what the Alajory explosion might have been but it obviously waspresumed he knew."Ruined," however, was an interesting accusation againstFate."I was wondering if I knew you," Teg said."No one here knows anyone else," the man said."Eat your soup." He pointedupward at the coiled tip of quiescent snooper, the glow of its lights revealingthat it read its surroundings and found no poison."The food is safe here."Teg looked at the dark brown liquid in his bowl.Lumps of solid meat werevisible in it.He reached for the spoon.His trembling hand made two attemptsbefore grasping the spoon and even then he sloshed most of the liquid out of thespoon before he could lift it a millimeter.A steadying hand gripped Teg's wrist and the artificial voice spoke softly inTeg's ear: "I do not know what they did to you, Bashar, but no one will harmyou here without crossing my dead body.""You know me?""Many would die for you, Bashar.My son lives because of you."Teg allowed himself to be helped.It was all he could do to swallow the firstspoonful.The liquid was rich, hot and soothing.His hand steadied presentlyand he nodded to the man to release the wrist."More, sir?"Teg realized then that he had emptied the bowl.It was tempting to say "yes"but the driver had said to make haste."Thank you, but I must go.""You have not been here," the man said.When they were once more back on the main road, Teg sat back against thegroundcar's cushions and reflected on the curious echoing quality of what theruined man had said.The same words the farmer had used: "You have not beenhere." It had the feeling of a common response and it said something aboutchanges in Gammu since Teg had surveyed the place.They entered the outskirts of Ysai presently and Teg wondered if he shouldattempt a disguise.The ruined man had recognized him quickly."Where do the Honored Matres hunt for me now?" Teg asked."Everywhere, Bashar.We cannot guarantee your safety but steps are being taken.I will make it known where I have delivered you." "Do they say why they hunt me?""They never explain, Bashar.""How long have they been on Gammu?""Too long, sir
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