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Название книги: RIDERS OF THE PURPLE WAGE or The Great Gavage
Автор(ы): Philip Farmer
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/RIDERS-OF-THE-PURPLE-WAGE-or-The-Great-Gavage-155621.html
If Jules Verne could really have looked into the future, say 1966 A.D., he would have crapped in his pants. And 2166, oh, my!--from Grandpa Winnegan's unpublished Ms. _ How I Screwed Uncle Sam & Other Private Ejaculations_.THE COCK THAT CROWED BACKWARDSUn and Sub, the giants, are grinding him for bread.Broken pieces float up through the wine of sleep. Vast treadings crush abysmal grapes for the incubus sacrament.He as Simple Simon fishes in his soul as pail for the leviathan.He groans, half-wakes, turns over, sweating dark oceans, and groans again. Un and Sub, putting their backs to their work, turn the stone wheels of the sunken mill, muttering Fie, fye, fo, fum. Eyes glittering orange-red as a cat's in a cubbyhole, teeth dull white digits in the murky arithmetic.Un and Sub, Simple Simons themselves, busily mix metaphors non-self-consciously.Dunghill and cock's egg: up rises the cockatrice and gives first crow, two more to come, in
Название книги: RIDERS OF THE PURPLE WAGE or The Great Gavage
Автор(ы): Philip Farmer
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/RIDERS-OF-THE-PURPLE-WAGE-or-The-Great-Gavage-155621.html
If Jules Verne could really have looked into the future, say 1966 A.D., he would have crapped in his pants. And 2166, oh, my!--from Grandpa Winnegan's unpublished Ms. _ How I Screwed Uncle Sam & Other Private Ejaculations_.THE COCK THAT CROWED BACKWARDSUn and Sub, the giants, are grinding him for bread.Broken pieces float up through the wine of sleep. Vast treadings crush abysmal grapes for the incubus sacrament.He as Simple Simon fishes in his soul as pail for the leviathan.He groans, half-wakes, turns over, sweating dark oceans, and groans again. Un and Sub, putting their backs to their work, turn the stone wheels of the sunken mill, muttering Fie, fye, fo, fum. Eyes glittering orange-red as a cat's in a cubbyhole, teeth dull white digits in the murky arithmetic.Un and Sub, Simple Simons themselves, busily mix metaphors non-self-consciously.Dunghill and cock's egg: up rises the cockatrice and gives first crow, two more to come, in
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