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"The gates and doors, they are all barred? All of the. . . ?" Her voice faded as they moved on to the far end of the lighted building.
Rand studied the open area, recognizing almost nothing. In the middle of it, several dozen upright tubes, each nearly as tall as he and a foot or more across, sat on large wooden bases. From each tube, a dark, twisted cord ran across the ground and behind a low wall, perhaps three paces long, on the far side. All around the open space stood a welter of wooden racks with troughs and tubes and forked sticks and a score of other things.
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2013年1月13日星期日
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"How do you feel now?" he asked her.
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He nodded and spooned sugar into his coffee. He felt her eyes on him as he stirred. What's she thinking? he wondered. He took a deep breath, wondering why the tightness in him didn't break. For a while he'd thought that he trusted her. Now he wasn't sure.
"You still don't trust me," she said, seeming to read his mind.
He looked up quickly, then shrugged.
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Her eyes met his. "And if you can't?" she said.
Silence a moment.
"Let's wait and see," he said then.
They both drank coffee. Then he asked, "Shall we do it now?"
"Please," she said, "in the morning. I ... still feel a little ill."
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She looked around the room.
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"What about your house?" he asked.
"It was nothing like this," she said. "We didn't hav
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"I feel better, thank you."
He nodded and spooned sugar into his coffee. He felt her eyes on him as he stirred. What's she thinking? he wondered. He took a deep breath, wondering why the tightness in him didn't break. For a while he'd thought that he trusted her. Now he wasn't sure.
"You still don't trust me," she said, seeming to read his mind.
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He looked at her as she stared into the coffee.
"If you are infected," he told her, "I'll do everything I can to cure you."
Her eyes met his. "And if you can't?" she said.
Silence a moment.
"Let's wait and see," he said then.
They both drank coffee. Then he asked, "Shall we do it now?"
"Please," she said, "in the morning. I ... still feel a little ill."
"All right," he said, nodding. "In the morning."
They finished their meal in silence. Neville felt only a small satisfaction that she was going to let him check her blood,Link. He was afraid he might discover that she was infected. In the meantime he had to pass an evening and a night with her, perhaps get to know her and be attracted to her. When in the morning he might have to...
Later, in the living room, they sat looking at the mural, sipping port, and listening to Schubert's Fourth Symphony.
"I wouldn't have believed it," she said, seeming to cheer up. "I never thought I'd be listening to music again. Drinking wine."
She looked around the room.
"You've certainly done a wonderful job," she said.
"What about your house?" he asked.
"It was nothing like this," she said. "We didn't hav
2013年1月9日星期三
闆穿 Snow Crash_174
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Theoretically. In fact, the redneck katana is difficult to stop once it gets moving. But it's good exercise. His forearms look like bundles of steel cables. Almost. Well, they will soon, anyway.
The Nipponese don't go in for this nonsense about follow through,Homepage. If you strike a man on the top of his head with a katana and do not make the effort to stop the blade, it will divide his skull and probably get hung up in his collarbone or his pelvis, and then you will be out there in the middle of the medieval battlefield with a foot on your late opponent's face, trying to work the blade loose as his best friend comes running up to you with a certain vengeful gleam in his eye. So the plan is to snap the blade to a full stop just after the impact, maybe crease his brain-pan an inch or two, then whip it out and look for another samurai, hence: "Next!"
He has been thinking about what happened earlier tonight with Raven, which pretty much rules out sleep, and this is why he is practicing with the redneck katana at three in the morning.
He knows he was totally unprepared. The spear just came at him. He slapped at it with the blade,cheap foamposites. He happened to slap it at the right time, and it missed him. But he did this almost absentmindedly.
Maybe that's how great warriors do it. Carelessly, not wracking their minds with the consequences.
Maybe he's flattering himself.
Chapter 41
The sound of a helicopter has been getting louder for some minutes now. Even though Hiro lives right next to the airport, this is unusual. They're not supposed to fly right near LAX, it raises evident safety questions.
It doesn't stop getting louder until it is very loud, and at that point,coach factory outlet canada, the helicopter is hovering a few feet above the parking lot, right out in front of Hiro and Vitaly's 20-by-30. It's a nice one, a corporate jet chopper, dark green, with subdued markings. Hiro suspects that in brighter light, he would be able to make out the logo of a defense contractor, most likely General Jim's Defense System.
A pale-faced
Theoretically. In fact, the redneck katana is difficult to stop once it gets moving. But it's good exercise. His forearms look like bundles of steel cables. Almost. Well, they will soon, anyway.
The Nipponese don't go in for this nonsense about follow through,Homepage. If you strike a man on the top of his head with a katana and do not make the effort to stop the blade, it will divide his skull and probably get hung up in his collarbone or his pelvis, and then you will be out there in the middle of the medieval battlefield with a foot on your late opponent's face, trying to work the blade loose as his best friend comes running up to you with a certain vengeful gleam in his eye. So the plan is to snap the blade to a full stop just after the impact, maybe crease his brain-pan an inch or two, then whip it out and look for another samurai, hence: "Next!"
He has been thinking about what happened earlier tonight with Raven, which pretty much rules out sleep, and this is why he is practicing with the redneck katana at three in the morning.
He knows he was totally unprepared. The spear just came at him. He slapped at it with the blade,cheap foamposites. He happened to slap it at the right time, and it missed him. But he did this almost absentmindedly.
Maybe that's how great warriors do it. Carelessly, not wracking their minds with the consequences.
Maybe he's flattering himself.
Chapter 41
The sound of a helicopter has been getting louder for some minutes now. Even though Hiro lives right next to the airport, this is unusual. They're not supposed to fly right near LAX, it raises evident safety questions.
It doesn't stop getting louder until it is very loud, and at that point,coach factory outlet canada, the helicopter is hovering a few feet above the parking lot, right out in front of Hiro and Vitaly's 20-by-30. It's a nice one, a corporate jet chopper, dark green, with subdued markings. Hiro suspects that in brighter light, he would be able to make out the logo of a defense contractor, most likely General Jim's Defense System.
A pale-faced
2012年12月30日星期日
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t all stop.’
Sampson stared into my eyes. He locked into them. ‘Back there a little bit you said coincidences, sugar. You don’t believe in coincidences.’ That’s what makes it so scary. If you want to know the truth, I think that someone really is after me, and they’ve been after me for a long time. Whoever it is, he’s scarier than the vampires. I keep getting calls from the Mastermind, John. He calls me every day. Hardly misses a day. We still can’t trace the calls.’ Sampson ran a hand across his forehead.’I just can’t work out who would be stalking you? Who would dare to take on the Dragon-slayer,montblanc pen? Must be some kind of fool.’
‘Believe me,’ I said, ‘this is no fool.’
Chapter 41
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Sampson stared into my eyes. He locked into them. ‘Back there a little bit you said coincidences, sugar. You don’t believe in coincidences.’ That’s what makes it so scary. If you want to know the truth, I think that someone really is after me, and they’ve been after me for a long time. Whoever it is, he’s scarier than the vampires. I keep getting calls from the Mastermind, John. He calls me every day. Hardly misses a day. We still can’t trace the calls.’ Sampson ran a hand across his forehead.’I just can’t work out who would be stalking you? Who would dare to take on the Dragon-slayer,montblanc pen? Must be some kind of fool.’
‘Believe me,’ I said, ‘this is no fool.’
Chapter 41
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2012年12月18日星期二
闆穿 Snow Crash_319
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"What's for dessert today?" the guy asks. "Got anything sweet for me?"
"We don't believe in dessert," Y.T. says. "It's a fucking sin, remember?"
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The medical examiner looked at Shadow. "You working for Jacquel and Ibis?" he asked.
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"Tell Jacquel to get dentals and prints for ID and identity photos. We don't need a post. He should just draw blood for toxicology. Got that? Do you want me to write it down for you?"
"No," said Shadow. "It's fine. I can remember."
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The man scowled fleetingly, then pulled a business card from his wallet, scribbled on it, and gave it to Shadow, saying, "Give this to Jacquel." Then the medical examiner said "Merry Christmas" to everyone, and was on his way. The cops kept the empty bottle.
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2012年12月17日星期一
We had been hearing a good deal about Doctor and Mrs
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It was a pleasant dinner. I sat next to Housman, the Cambridge poet, and we talked about fishes and David Starr Jordan but all the time I was more interested in watching Doctor Whitehead. Later we went into the garden and he came and sat next to me and we talked about the sky in Cambridge.
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Gertrude Stein kept her appointment with John Lane at the Bodley Head. They had a very long conversation, this time so long that I quite exhausted all the shop windows of that region for quite a distance, but finally Gertrude Stein came out with a contract. It was a gratifying climax.
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Gertrude Stein and Doctor Whitehead and Mrs. Whitehead all became interested in each other. Mrs. Whitehead asked us to dine at her house in London and then to spend a week end, the last week end in July with them in their country home in Lockridge, near Salisbury Plain. We accepted with pleasure.
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Gertrude Stein kept her appointment with John Lane at the Bodley Head. They had a very long conversation, this time so long that I quite exhausted all the shop windows of that region for quite a distance, but finally Gertrude Stein came out with a contract. It was a gratifying climax.
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