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Название книги: To Your Scattered Bodies Go
Автор(ы): Phillip Farmer
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/To-Your-Scattered-Bodies-Go-163409.html
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His wife had held him in her arms as if she could keep death away from him.He had cried out, "My God, I am a dead man!" The door to the room had opened, and he had seen a giant, black, one-humped camel outside and had heard the tinkle of the bells on its harness as the hot desert wind touched them. Then a huge black face topped by a great black-turban had appeared in the doorway. The black eunuch had come in through the door, moving like a cloud, with a gigantic scimitar in his hand. Death, the Destroyer of Delights and the Sunderer of Society, had arrived at last.Blackness. Nothingness. He did not even know that his heart had given out forever. Nothingness.Then his eyes opened. His heart was beating strongly. He was strong, very strong! All the pain of the gout in his feet, the agony in his liver, the torture in his heart, all were gone.It was so quiet he could hear the blood moving in his head. He was alone in a world of soundlessness.A bright light of equal intensity was everywhere. He could see, yet he did not understand what he was seeing. What were these things above, beside, below him? Where was he? He tried to sit up and felt, numbly, a panic. There was nothing to sit up upon because he was hanging in nothingness. The attempt sent him forward and over, very slowly, as if he were in a bath of thin treacle. A foot from his fingertips was a rod of bright red metal. The rod came from above, from infinity, — and went on down to infinity. He tried to grasp it because it was the nearest solid object, but somethi
Название книги: To Your Scattered Bodies Go
Автор(ы): Phillip Farmer
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/To-Your-Scattered-Bodies-Go-163409.html
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His wife had held him in her arms as if she could keep death away from him.He had cried out, "My God, I am a dead man!" The door to the room had opened, and he had seen a giant, black, one-humped camel outside and had heard the tinkle of the bells on its harness as the hot desert wind touched them. Then a huge black face topped by a great black-turban had appeared in the doorway. The black eunuch had come in through the door, moving like a cloud, with a gigantic scimitar in his hand. Death, the Destroyer of Delights and the Sunderer of Society, had arrived at last.Blackness. Nothingness. He did not even know that his heart had given out forever. Nothingness.Then his eyes opened. His heart was beating strongly. He was strong, very strong! All the pain of the gout in his feet, the agony in his liver, the torture in his heart, all were gone.It was so quiet he could hear the blood moving in his head. He was alone in a world of soundlessness.A bright light of equal intensity was everywhere. He could see, yet he did not understand what he was seeing. What were these things above, beside, below him? Where was he? He tried to sit up and felt, numbly, a panic. There was nothing to sit up upon because he was hanging in nothingness. The attempt sent him forward and over, very slowly, as if he were in a bath of thin treacle. A foot from his fingertips was a rod of bright red metal. The rod came from above, from infinity, — and went on down to infinity. He tried to grasp it because it was the nearest solid object, but somethi
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