Человек в высоком замке
Chapter 7
Theyhadfinishedtheirdrinks,andshewenttorefill.
"Lotofhotbloodstirredupinpoliticaldiscussion."Paulsaid."Everywhereyougo.Essentialtokeephead."
"Yes,"Childanagreed."Calmnessandorder.Sothingsreturntocustomarystability."
"PeriodafterdeathofLeadercriticalintotalitariansociety,"Paulsaid."Lackoftraditionandmiddle-classinstitutionscombine—"Hebrokeoff."Perhapsbetterdroppolitics."Hesmiled."Likeoldstudentdays."
RobertChildanfelthisfaceflush,andhebentoverhisnewdrinktoconcealhimselffromtheeyesofhishost.Whatadreadfulbeginninghehadmade.Inafoolishandloudmannerhehadarguedpolitics;hehadbeenrudeinhisdisagreeing,andonlytheadroittactofhishosthadsufficedtosavetheevening.HowmuchIhavetolearn,Childanthought.They’resogracefulandpolite.AndI—thewhitebarbarian.Itistrue.
Foratimehecontentedhimselfwithsippinghisdrinkandkeepingonhisfaceanartificialexpressionofenjoyment.Imustfollowtheirleadsentirely,hetoldhimself.Agreealways.
Yetinapanichethought,Mywitsscrambledbythedrink.Andfatigueandnervousness.CanIdoit?Iwillneverbeinvitedbackanyhow;itisalreadytoolate.Hefeltdespair.
Betty,havingreturnedfromthekitchen,hadoncemoreseatedherselfonthecarpet.Howattractive,RobertChildanthoughtagain.Theslenderbody.Theirfiguresaresosuperior;notfat,notbulbous.Nobraorgirdleneeded.Imustconcealmylonging;thatatallcosts.
