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Feb. 19th, 2022 12:50 pm
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А, Катшоу в "Экзорцисте" на заднем плане.
"Listen, somebody tell me something!" the astronaut demanded impatiently. "What does go on at Black Mass?"
"Let's just say perversions." Dyer shrugged. "Obscenities. Blasphemies. It's an evil parody of the Mass, where instead of God they worshiped Satan and sometimes offered human sacrifice."
(...)
Chris turned. And gasped on seeing Regan in her nightgown, urinating gushingly onto the rug. Staring fixedly at the astronaut, she intoned in a lifeless voice, "You're going to die up there."
"Oh, my God!" cried Chris in pain, rushing to her daughter. "Oh, God, oh, my baby, oh, come on, come with me!"
She took Regan by the arms and led her quickly away with a tremulous apology over her shoulder to the ashen astronaut: "Oh, I'm so sorry! She's been sick, she must be walking in her sleep! She's didn't know what she was saying!"
(...)
Almost as subdued, Chris noticed, was the astronaut, who was scheduled for a flight to the moon within the year. He stared at his drink with a now-and-then grunt meant to signify interest and attention. As if by tacit understanding, no one made reference to what Regan had said to him.
И только после этого Катшоу задумался, каково было бы умереть на Луне. А вот Ставрогин сказал бы, что это вообще норм и так даже лучше -- все пакости остались на Земле.
Кстати, у меня почему-то всегда ассоциировалась с Катшоу обложка хоррор-метал-альбома The Body "I Shall Die Here". Из-за вида Земли из космоса, наверное. Ну, и названия.
"Listen, somebody tell me something!" the astronaut demanded impatiently. "What does go on at Black Mass?"
"Let's just say perversions." Dyer shrugged. "Obscenities. Blasphemies. It's an evil parody of the Mass, where instead of God they worshiped Satan and sometimes offered human sacrifice."
(...)
Chris turned. And gasped on seeing Regan in her nightgown, urinating gushingly onto the rug. Staring fixedly at the astronaut, she intoned in a lifeless voice, "You're going to die up there."
"Oh, my God!" cried Chris in pain, rushing to her daughter. "Oh, God, oh, my baby, oh, come on, come with me!"
She took Regan by the arms and led her quickly away with a tremulous apology over her shoulder to the ashen astronaut: "Oh, I'm so sorry! She's been sick, she must be walking in her sleep! She's didn't know what she was saying!"
(...)
Almost as subdued, Chris noticed, was the astronaut, who was scheduled for a flight to the moon within the year. He stared at his drink with a now-and-then grunt meant to signify interest and attention. As if by tacit understanding, no one made reference to what Regan had said to him.
И только после этого Катшоу задумался, каково было бы умереть на Луне. А вот Ставрогин сказал бы, что это вообще норм и так даже лучше -- все пакости остались на Земле.
Кстати, у меня почему-то всегда ассоциировалась с Катшоу обложка хоррор-метал-альбома The Body "I Shall Die Here". Из-за вида Земли из космоса, наверное. Ну, и названия.