"Izzy and the father of terror" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fintushel Eliot)

bad mixing that signal a live performance: Iвm gonna bring you right back some day. Though you may be far away, I can always pull a little stunt That the folks call "epochЋ" "EpochЋ?" 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 Bottвs dot vertebrae?to frown at Izzy. "Did the Haymaker say epochЋ, Izzy?" "Shut up! I gotta hear this." Take a long lost dadвs advice: Though yore mamaвs Guldang nice, Save a little bit of love for yodelodelayhee-me!
Just then Izzyвs beeper went off. Iвd never seen one before. I donвt think anyone had at that time. But Izzyвs was beeping. "Not good," he said. He pulled it out of his belt, then held it up close. "Four degrees Kelvin. Shit. Itвs up a whole degree. Heвs actually tried it." "Tried what?" "EpochЋ, for crissakes. What have we been talking about?salami? Sarvaduhka, whoвs President?" "McCarthy. Why?" "McCarthy? Still? What color is the American flag?" "Red, white, and yellow." "Unchanged. Okay. This wasnвt the big one. He didnвt manage it. And Melвs still here beside us. Okay. Good. We got time.