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Название книги: The Story of Edgar Sawtelle
Автор(ы): David Wroblewski
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Story-of-Edgar-Sawtelle-172804.html
For Arthur and Ann WroblewskiThere is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved.– CHARLES DARWIN, The Origin of Species
Prologue
Pusan, South Korea, 1952After dark the rain began to fall again, but he had already made up his mind to go and anyway it had been raining for weeks. He waved off the rickshaw coolies clustered near the dock and walked all the way from the naval base, following the scant directions he’d been given, through the crowds in the Kweng Li market square, past the vendors selling roosters in crude rattan crates and pigs’ heads and poisonous-looking fish lying blue and gutted and gaping on racks, past gray octopi in glass jars, past old women hawking kimchee and bulgoki, until he crossed th
Название книги: The Story of Edgar Sawtelle
Автор(ы): David Wroblewski
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Story-of-Edgar-Sawtelle-172804.html
For Arthur and Ann WroblewskiThere is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved.– CHARLES DARWIN, The Origin of Species
Prologue
Pusan, South Korea, 1952After dark the rain began to fall again, but he had already made up his mind to go and anyway it had been raining for weeks. He waved off the rickshaw coolies clustered near the dock and walked all the way from the naval base, following the scant directions he’d been given, through the crowds in the Kweng Li market square, past the vendors selling roosters in crude rattan crates and pigs’ heads and poisonous-looking fish lying blue and gutted and gaping on racks, past gray octopi in glass jars, past old women hawking kimchee and bulgoki, until he crossed th
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