Человек в высоком замке
Chapter 6
"Meanwhile,"hesaidrapidly,"Iwouldenjoyyourcompany,perhapsatlunchtoday.Inothavinghadopportunitytohavemylunch,yet."Improvising,hecontinued."Althoughwewillwaitonspecifics,perhapswecouldruminateongeneralworldconditions,inparticular—"
"No,"Mr.Baynessaid.
No?Mr.Tagomithought."Sir,"hesaid,"Iamnotwelltoday.Ihadagrievousincident;itwasmyhopetoconfideittoyou."
"I’msorry,"Mr.Baynessaid."I’llringyoubacklater."Thephoneclicked.Hehadabruptlyhungup.
Ioffendedhim,Mr.Tagomithought.HemusthavegatheredcorrectlythatItardilyfailedtoinformmystaffabouttheoldgentleman.Butitisatrifle;hepressedtheintercombuttonandsaid,"Mr.Ramsey,pleasecomeintomyoffice."Icancorrectthatimmediately.Moreisinvolved,hedecided.TheBormanndeathhasshakenhim.
Atrifle—andyetindicativeofmyfoolishandfecklessattitude.Mr.Tagomifeltguilt.Thisisnotagoodday.Ishouldhaveconsultedtheoracle,discoveredwhatMomentitis.IhavedriftedfarfromtheTao;thatisobvious.
Whichofthesixty-fourhexagrams,hewondered,amIlaboringunder?OpeninghisdeskdrawerhebroughtouttheIChingandlaidthetwovolumesonthedesk.Somuchtoaskthesages.SomanyquestionsinsidemewhichIcanbarelyarticulate…
WhenMr.Ramseyenteredtheoffice,hehadalreadyobtainedthehexagram."Look,Mr.Ramsey."Heshowedhimthebook.
ThehexagramwasForty-Seven.Oppression—Exhaustion.
"Abadomen,generally,"Mr.Ramseysaid.
