Конец вечности
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Youwerenevertoldnottoskewerhimwithafine-edgedTavcurve.FatherTime,boy,whatwereyoutoldtodowithhim?"
"IwastoldtoteachhimPrimitivehistory."
"Thendoso.Donothingmorethanthat."Twisselldroppedhiscigaretteandgrounditsavagelyunderfootasthoughitwerethefaceofalifelongenemy.
"I’dliketopointout,Computer,"saidHarlan,"thatmanyCenturiesunderthecurrentRealitysomewhatresemblespecificerasofPrimitivehistoryinoneormorerespects.IthadbeenmyintentiontotakehimouttothoseTimes,undercarefulspatio-temporalcharting,ofcourse,asaformoffieldtrip."
"What?Listen,youchucklehead,don’tyoueverintendtoaskmypermissionforanything?That’sout.JustteachhimPrimitivehistory.Nofieldtrips.Nolaboratoryexperiments,either.Nextyou’llbechangingRealityjusttoshowhimhow."
Harlanlickedhisdrylipswithadrytongue,mutteredaresentfulacquiescence,and,eventually,wasallowedtoleave.
Ittookweeksforhishurtfeelingstohealoversomewhat.
