Конец вечности
Cub
OnedayTwissellcameinwithanabashedindividualwhoseemedscarcelytodareraisehiseyestomeetHarlan’s.
Twissellsaid,"TechnicianHarlan,thisisCubB.S.Cooper."
AutomaticallyHarlansaid,"Hello,"weighedtheman’sappearance,andwasunimpressed.Thefellowwasontheshortishside,withdarkhairpartedinthemiddle.Hischinwasnarrow,hiseyesanindefinitelightbrown,hisearsalittlelarge,andhisfingernailsbitten.
Twissellsaid,"ThisistheboytowhomyouwillbeteachingPrimitivehistory."
"GreatTime,"saidHarlanwithsuddenlyincreasedinterest."Hello!"Hehadalmostforgotten.
Twissellsaid,"Arrangeaschedulewithhimthatwillsuityou,Harlan.Ifyoucanmanagetwoafternoonsaweek,Ithinkthatwouldbefine.Useyourownmethodofteachinghim.I’llleavethattoyou.Ifyoushouldneedbook-filmsorolddocuments,tellme,andiftheyexistinEternityorinanypartofTimethatcanbereached,we’llgetthem.Eh,boy?"
Hepluckedalitcigaretteoutofnowhere(asitalwaysseemed)andtheairreekedwithsmoke.HarlancoughedandfromthetwistingoftheCub’smouthitwasquiteobviousthatthelatterwouldhavedonethesamehadhedared.
AfterTwissellleft,Harlansaid,"Well,sitdown"-hehesitatedamoment,thenaddeddeterminedly-"Son.Sitdown,son.Myofficeisn’tmuch,butit’syourswheneverwe’retogether."
Harlanwasalmostfloodedwitheagerness.Thisprojectwashis!Primitivehistorywassomethingthatwasallhisown.
