Чарли и шоколадная фабрика
The Television-Chocolate Room
Theythengoflashingdownthewirethatleadsrightintothebackofthetelevisionset, andintheretheygetjiggledandjoggledarounduntilatlasteverysingleoneofthosemillionsoftinypiecesisfittedbackintoitsrightplace(justlikeajigsawpuzzle),andpresto! —thephotographappearsonthescreen...’
’Thatisn’texactlyhowitworks,’MikeTeaveesaid.
’Iamalittledeafinmyleftear,’MrWonkasaid.’YoumustforgivemeifIdon’theareverythingyousay.’
’Isaid,thatisn’texactlyhowitworks!’shoutedMikeTeavee.
’You’reaniceboy,’MrWonkasaid,’butyoutalktoomuch. Nowthen!TheveryfirsttimeIsawordinarytelevisionworking,Iwasstruckbyatremendousidea. "Lookhere!"Ishouted."Ifthesepeoplecanbreakupaphotographintomillionsofpiecesandsendthepieceswhizzingthroughtheairandthenputthemtogetheragainattheotherend, whycan’tIdothesamethingwithabarofchocolate? Whycan’tIsendarealbarofchocolatewhizzingthroughtheairintinypiecesandthenputthepiecestogetherattheotherend,allreadytobeeaten?"’
’Impossible!’saidMikeTeavee.
’Youthinkso?’criedMrWonka. ’Well,watchthis!Ishallnowsendabarofmyverybestchocolatefromoneendofthisroomtotheother—bytelevision! Getready,there!Bringinthechocolate!’
Immediately,sixOompa-LoompasmarchedforwardcarryingontheirshouldersthemostenormousbarofchocolateCharliehadeverseen. Itwasaboutthesizeofthemattresshesleptonathome.
