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Название книги: The Prestige
Автор(ы): Christopher Priest
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Prestige-196296.html
THE PRESTIGEby Christopher Priest
For Elizabeth and SimonAcknowledgementsThe author wishes to acknowledge with thanks the help given by the Authors' FoundationAlso thanks to John Wade, David Langford, Leigh Kennedy… and the members of alt.magic
PART ONE
Andrew Westley
1It began on a train, heading north through England, although I was soon to discover that the story had really begun more than a hundred years earlier.I had no sense of any of this at the time: I was on company time, following up a report of an incident at a religious sect. On my lap lay the bulky envelope I had received from my father that morning, still unopened, because when Dad phoned to tell me about it my mind had been elsewhere. A bedroom door slamming, my girlfriend in the middle of walking out on me. "Yes, Dad," I had said, as Zelda stormed past with a boxful of my compact discs. "Drop it in the mail, and I'll have a look."After I had read the morning's edition of the Chronicle , and bought a sandwich and a cup of instant coffee
Название книги: The Prestige
Автор(ы): Christopher Priest
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Prestige-196296.html
THE PRESTIGEby Christopher Priest
For Elizabeth and SimonAcknowledgementsThe author wishes to acknowledge with thanks the help given by the Authors' FoundationAlso thanks to John Wade, David Langford, Leigh Kennedy… and the members of alt.magic
PART ONE
Andrew Westley
1It began on a train, heading north through England, although I was soon to discover that the story had really begun more than a hundred years earlier.I had no sense of any of this at the time: I was on company time, following up a report of an incident at a religious sect. On my lap lay the bulky envelope I had received from my father that morning, still unopened, because when Dad phoned to tell me about it my mind had been elsewhere. A bedroom door slamming, my girlfriend in the middle of walking out on me. "Yes, Dad," I had said, as Zelda stormed past with a boxful of my compact discs. "Drop it in the mail, and I'll have a look."After I had read the morning's edition of the Chronicle , and bought a sandwich and a cup of instant coffee
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