"Asimov, Isaac - Izzy and the Father of Terror" - читать интересную книгу автора (Asimov Isaac)

I’m gonna bring you right back some day.

Though you may be far away,

I can always pull a little stunt

That the folks call "epochй"

"Epochй?" Sarvaduhka took his eyes off the
road?me, a flat, black triangle long as
the desert, wide as the squareback here,
beetling to a point out there, and dotted
with my Bott’s dot vertebrae?to frown at
Izzy. "Did the Haymaker say epochй, Izzy?"

"Shut up! I gotta hear this."

Take a long lost dad’s advice:

Though yore mama’s Guldang nice,

Save a little bit of love for
yodelodelayhee-me!

Just then Izzy’s beeper went off. I’d
never seen one before. I don’t think
anyone had at that time. But Izzy’s was
beeping. "Not good," he said. He pulled it
out of his belt, then held it up close.
"Four degrees Kelvin. Shit. It’s up a
whole degree. He’s actually tried it."

"Tried what?"

"Epochй, for crissakes. What have we been
talking about?salami? Sarvaduhka, who’s
President?"

"McCarthy. Why?"

"McCarthy? Still? What color is the
American flag?"

"Red, white, and yellow."

"Unchanged. Okay. This wasn’t the big one.
He didn’t manage it. And Mel’s still here
beside us. Okay. Good. We got time.
Johnny’s out looking, and we’re in the