"Лорд Дансени. The Lost Silk Hat (Потерянная шелковая шляпа) (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора To take any part in the tuning of a piano is impossible
for me. : Well, pretend you've come to look at the radiator. They have one under the window, and I happen to know it leaks. : I suppose it has an artistic decoration on it. : Yes, I think so. : Then I decline to look at it or go near it. I know these decorations in cast iron. I once saw a pot-bellied Egyptian god, named Bes, and he was *meant* to be ugly, but he was n't as ugly as these decorations that the twentieth century can make with machinery. What has a plumber got to do with art that he should dare to attempt decoration? : Then you won't help me. : I won't look at ugly things and I won't listen to ugly noises, but if you can think of any reasonable plan I don't mind helping you. : plumber or a clock-winder. I can think of nothing more. I have had a terrible ordeal and I am not in the condition to think calmly. : Then you will have to leave your hat to its altered destiny. : Why can't you think of a plan? If you're a poet, thinking's rather in your line. : If I could bring my thoughts to contemplate so absurd a thing as a hat for any length of time no doubt I could think of a plan, but the very triviality of the theme seems to drive them away. : {rising} Then I must get it myself. : For Heaven's sake, don't do that! Think what it means! : I know it will seem absurd, but not so absurd as walking through London without it. : I don't mean that. But you will make it up. You will forgive each other, and you will marry her and have a |
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