Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           "Idon’tplantocommitanymorecrimes."

           "I’mgladtohearthat.Now,aboutthosetwonames.""KevinandPhilip."

           "Whatdothosenamesmeantoyou?"

           Billylookedintothemirroroverhisdesk."Nothing.Ican’tremember.Butonethingkeepspoppingtomymind—the‘undesirables.’IthassomethingtodowithArthur,butIdon’tknowwhat."

           Thewriterhunchedforward."TellmeaboutArthur.Whatkindofpersonishe?"

           "Noemotions.HeremindsmeofMr.SpockinStarTrek.He’sthekindofpersonwhodoesn’thesitatetocomplaininarestaurant.Hedoesn’tbothertoexplainhimselftopeople,buthegetsannoyedwhensomeonedoesn’tunderstandwhathe’ssaying.Hejustdoesn’thavetimetobetolerant.Sayshehasabusyschedule—thingstoarrange,toplan,toorganize.""Doesn’theeverrelax?"

           "Sometimeshe’llplaychess—usuallywithRagen,withAllenmovingthepieces—buthedoesn’tbelieveinwastingtime."

           "Yousoundasifyoudon’tlikehim."

           Billyshrugged."Arthurisn’tsomeoneyoulikeordislike.He’ssomeoneyourespect."

           "DoesArthurlookdifferentfromyou?"

           "He’saboutmyheightandweight—sixfoot,ahundredandninetypounds.Buthewearswire-rimmedglasses.