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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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.Sincerity! It seemslike a profanation of the word to write it in connection with such amonster, so I asked him point-blank, "Why may I not go tonight?""Because, dear sir, my coachman and horses are away on a mission.""But I would walk with pleasure.I want to get away at once."He smiled, such a soft, smooth, diabolical smile that I knew there wassome trick behind his smoothness.He said, "And your baggage?""I do not care about it.I can send for it some other time."The Count stood up, and said, with a sweet courtesy which made me rubmy eyes, it seemed so real, "You English have a saying which is close tomy heart, for its spirit is that which rules our boyars, `Welcome thecoming, speed the parting guest.' Come with me, my dear young friend.Not an hour shall you wait in my house against your will, though sad am Iat your going,and that you so suddenly desire it.Come!" With a statelygravity, he, with the lamp, preceded me down the stairs and along the hall.Suddenly he stopped."Hark!"Close at hand came the howling of many wolves.It was almost as if thesound sprang up at the rising of his hand, just as the music of a greatorchestra seems to leap under the baton of the conductor.After a pause ofa moment, he proceeded, in his stately way, to the door, drew back theponderous bolts, unhooked the heavy chains, and began to draw it open.To my intense astonishment I saw that it was unlocked.Suspiciously, Ilooked all round, but could see no key of any kind.As the door began to open, the howling of the wolves without grew louderand angrier.Their red jaws, with champing teeth, and their blunt-clawedfeet as they leaped, came in through the opening door.I knew than that tostruggle at the moment against the Count was useless.With such allies asthese at his command, I could do nothing.Page 40 CHAPTER 4But still the door continued slowly to open, and only the Count's bodystood in the gap.Suddenly it struck me that this might be the moment andmeans of my doom.I was to be given to the wolves, and at my owninstigation.There was a diabolical wickedness in the idea great enoughfor the Count, and as the last chance I cried out, "Shut the door! I shallwait till morning." And I covered my face with my hands to hide my tearsof bitter disappointment.With one sweep of his powerful arm, the Count threw the door shut, andthe great bolts clanged and echoed through the hall as they shot back intotheir places.In silence we returned to the library, and after a minute or two I went tomy own room.The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his handto me, with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judasin hell might be proud of.When I was in my room and about to lie down, I thought I heard awhispering at my door.I went to it softly and listened.Unless my earsdeceived me, I heard the voice of the Count."Back! Back to your own place! Your time is not yet come.Wait! Havepatience! Tonight is mine.Tomorrow night is yours!"There was a low, sweet ripple of laughter, and in a rage I threw open thedoor, and saw without the three terrible women licking their lips.As Iappeared, they all joined in a horrible laugh, and ran away.I came back to my room and threw myself on my knees.It is then so nearthe end? Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Lord, help me, and those to whom I amdear!30 June.--These may be the last words I ever write in this diary.I slept tilljust before the dawn, and when I woke threw myself on my knees, for Idetermined that if Death came he should find me ready.At last I felt that subtle change in the air, and knew that the morning hadcome.Then came the welcome cockcrow, and I felt that I was safe.Witha glad heart, I opened the door and ran down the hall.I had seen that thedoor was unlocked, and now escape was before me.With hands thattrembled with eagerness, I unhooked the chains and threw back themassive bolts.But the door would not move.Despair seized me.I pulled and pulled atthe door, and shook it till, massive as it was, it rattled in its casement.Icould see the bolt shot.It had been locked after I left the Count.Page 41 CHAPTER 4Then a wild desire took me to obtain the key at any risk, and I determinedthen and there to scale the wall again, and gain the Count's room.Hemight kill me, but death now seemed the happier choice of evils.Withouta pause I rushed up to the east window, and scrambled down the wall,asbefore, into the Count's room.It was empty, but that was as I expected.Icould not see a key anywhere, but the heap of gold remained.I wentthrough the door in the corner and down the winding stair and along thedark passage to the old chapel.I knew now well enough where to find themonster I sought.The great box was in the same place, close against the wall, but the lidwas laid on it, not fastened down, but with the nails ready in their placesto be hammered home.I knew I must reach the body for the key, so I raised the lid, and laid itback against the wall.And then I saw something which filled my verysoul with horror.There lay the Count, but looking as if his youth had beenhalf restored.For the white hair and moustache were changed to darkiron-grey.The cheeks were fuller, and the white skin seemed ruby-redunderneath.The mouth was redder than ever, for on the lips were gouts offresh blood, which trickled from the corners of the mouth and ran downover the chin and neck.Even the deep, burning eyes seemed set amongstswollen flesh, for the lids and pouches underneath were bloated.Itseemed as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with blood.Helay like a filthy leech, exhausted with his repletion.I shuddered as I bent over to touch him,and every sense in me revolted atthe contact, but I had to search, or I was lost.The coming night might seemy own body a banquet in a similar way to those horrid three.I felt allover the body, but no sign could I find of the key.Then I stopped andlooked at the Count.There was a mocking smile on the bloated facewhich seemed to drive me mad.This was the being I was helping totransfer to London, where, perhaps, for centuries to come he might,amongst its teeming millions, satiate his lust for blood, and create a newand ever-widening circle of semi-demons to batten on the helpless.The very thought drove me mad.A terrible desire came upon me to ridthe world of such a monster.There was no lethal weapon at hand, but Iseized a shovel which the workmen had been using to fill the cases, andlifting it high, struck, with the edge downward, at the hateful face.But as Idid so the head turned, and the eyes fell upon me, with all their blaze ofbasilisk horror.The sight seemed to paralyze me, and the shovel turned inmy hand and glanced from the face, merely making a deep gash above theforehead.The shovel fell from my hand across the box,and as I pulled itaway the flange of the blade caught the edge of the lid which fell overagain, and hid the horrid thing from my sight.The last glimpse I had wasof the bloated face, blood-stained and fixed with a grin of malice whichwould have held its own in the nethermost hell
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