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Название книги: Second Person, Present Tense
Автор(ы): Daryl Gregory
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Second-Person_-Present-Tense-165896.html
If you think, “I breathe,” the “I” is extra. There is no you to say “I.” What we call “I” is just a swinging door which moves when we inhale or when we exhale.– Shun Ryu SuzukiI used to think the brain was the most important organ in the body, until I realized who was telling me that.– Emo PhillipsWhen I enter the office, Dr. S is leaning against the desk, talking earnestly to the dead girl’s parents. He isn’t happy, but when he looks up he puts on a smile for me. “And here she is,” he says, like a game show host revealing the grand prize. The people in the chairs turn, and Dr. Subramaniam gives me a private, encouraging wink.The father stands first, a blotchy, square-faced man with a tight belly he carries like a basketball. As in our previous visits, he is almost frowning, struggling to match his face to his emotions. The mother, though, has already been crying, and her face is wide open: joy, fear, hope, relief. It’s way over the top.“Oh, Therese,” she says. “Are you read
Название книги: Second Person, Present Tense
Автор(ы): Daryl Gregory
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Second-Person_-Present-Tense-165896.html
If you think, “I breathe,” the “I” is extra. There is no you to say “I.” What we call “I” is just a swinging door which moves when we inhale or when we exhale.– Shun Ryu SuzukiI used to think the brain was the most important organ in the body, until I realized who was telling me that.– Emo PhillipsWhen I enter the office, Dr. S is leaning against the desk, talking earnestly to the dead girl’s parents. He isn’t happy, but when he looks up he puts on a smile for me. “And here she is,” he says, like a game show host revealing the grand prize. The people in the chairs turn, and Dr. Subramaniam gives me a private, encouraging wink.The father stands first, a blotchy, square-faced man with a tight belly he carries like a basketball. As in our previous visits, he is almost frowning, struggling to match his face to his emotions. The mother, though, has already been crying, and her face is wide open: joy, fear, hope, relief. It’s way over the top.“Oh, Therese,” she says. “Are you read
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