Межзвёздный скиталец
Chapter 16
Whenitisspoileditstinkstoheaven.Itellyou,whenIwasAdamStrang,Iatekimchithousandsoftimes.Iknowgoodkimchi,badkimchi,rottenkimchi.IknowthebestkimchiismadebythewomenofWosan.NowhowdoIknowthat?Itisnotinthecontentofmymind,DarrellStanding’smind.ItisinthecontentofAdamStrang’smind,who,throughvariousbirthsanddeaths,bequeathedhisexperiencestome,DarrellStanding,alongwiththerestoftheexperiencesofthosevariousotherlivesthatintervened.Don’tyousee,Jake?Thatishowmencometobe,togrow,howspiritdevelops.”
“Aw,comeoff,”herappedbackwiththequickimperativeknucklesIknewsowell.“Listentoyouruncletalknow.IamJakeOppenheimer.IalwayshavebeenJakeOppenheimer.Nootherguyisinmymakings.WhatIknowIknowasJakeOppenheimer.NowwhatdoIknow?I’lltellyouonething.Iknowkimchi.KimchiisasortofsauerkrautmadeinacountrythatusedtobecalledCho-Sen.ThewomenofWosanmakethebestkimchi,andwhenkimchiisspoileditstinkstoheaven.Youkeepoutofthis,Ed.WaittillItietheprofessorup.
“Now,professor,howdoIknowallthisstuffaboutkimchi?Itisnotinthecontentofmymind.”
“Butitis,”Iexulted.“Iputitthere.”
“Allright,oldboss.
