"Harry Harrison - Planet Of The Damned (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Harrison Harry)

when you felt those strange thoughts about Anvhar. It will be a long time
before you can master

that, but receptive empathy is your natural trait. This is mentally entering
into the feeling, or what could be called the spirit of another person.
Empathy is not thought perception; it might better be described as the sensing
of someone else's emotional makeup, feelings and attitudes. You can't lie to a
trained empa-thetic, because he can sense the real attitude behind the verbal
lies. Even your undeveloped talent has proved immensely useful in the
Twenties. You can outguess your opponent because you know his movements even
as his body tenses to make them. You accept this without ever questioning it."

"How do you know?" This was Brion's understood, but never voiced secret.

Ihjel smiled. "Just guessing. But I won the Twenties too, remember, also
without knowing a thing about empathy at the time. On top of our normal
training, it's a wonderful trait to have. Which brings me to the proof we
mentioned a minute ago. When you said you would be convinced if I could prove
you were the only person who could help me. I believe you are--and that is one
thing I cannot lie about. It's possible to lie about a belief verbally, to
have a falsely based belief, or to change a belief. But you can't lie about it
to yourself.

"Equally important--you can't lie about a belief to an empathetic. Would you
like to see how I feel about this? 'See' is a bad word--there is no vocabulary
yet for this kind of thing. Better, would you join me in my feelings? Sense my
attitudes, memories and emotions just as I do?"

Brion tried to protest, but he was too late. The doors of his senses were
pushed wide and he was overwhelmed.

"Dis .. ." Ihjel said aloud. "Seven million people . .. hydrogen bombs . . .
Brion Brandd." These were just key words, landmarks of association. With each
one Brion felt the rushing wave of the other man's emotions.

There could be no lies here--Ihjel was right in that. This was the raw stuff
that feelings are made of,

the basic reactions to the things and symbols of memory.

DIS . . . DIS . . . DIS ... ft was a word it was a planet and the word
thundered like a drum a drum the sound of its thunder surrounded and was

a wasteland a planet

of death a planet where

living was dying and

dying was very