"Ellison-TowardTheLight" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ellison Harlan)

"Beat it, Levin."

"Would you like me to render the prayers phonetically for you?"

"Get away from me, Levin, or I'll lay you out. I'm in no mood for your
scab-picking today."

"Hard night, Mr. Simon?"

"You'll never know." I gave him the look that said get in the wind, you pain in
the ass. He stood up, lifted his tray, took a step, then turned back to me.

"You're a Bad Jew, remember that."

I shook my head ruefully and couldn't hold back the mean little laugh. "Yeah,
right. I'm a Bad Jew. I'm also the Messenger of God."

He just looked at me. Not a clue why I'd said that. All scores evened, I didn't
have the heart to tell him . . .

It just seemed like a helluva good idea at the time. The time of miracles.