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2002-12-16
Читать главуBound for glory (engl) | Глава 10
Писательница: Гасри Вуди
Глава в томе: Bound for glory (engl)
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When I was behind the counter, men would come in and purchase bay rum, and I'd get a look into their puffy, red-speckled faces, and their bleary, batty eyes, that looked but didn't see, and that went shut, but never slept, that closed, but never rested, and dreamed but never arrived at a conclusion. I would see a man come in and buy a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and then buy a bottle of coke and go out and mix it half and half, hold his breath, wheeze for a few seconds, and then waddle on away. One day my curiosity licked me. I said that I was going to taste a bottle of that Jake for myself. Man ought to be interested. I drawed up about a half a mug of root beer. It was cold and nice, and I popped the little stopper out of one of the Jake bottles, and poured the Jake into the root beer. When that Jake hit that beer, it commenced to cook it, and there was seven civil wars and two revolutions broke out inside of that mug. The beer was trying to tame the Jake down and the Jake was trying to eat the beer up. They sizzled and boiled and sounded about like bacon frying. The Jake was chasing the little bubbles and the little bubbles was chasing the Jake, and the beer spun like a whirlpool in a big swift river. It went around and around so fast that it made a little funnel right in the middle. I waited about twenty minutes for it to settle down. Finally it was about the color of a new tan saddle, and about as quiet as it would get. So I bent over it and stuck my ear down over the mug. It was spewing and crackling like a machine gun, but I thought I'd best to drink it before it turned into a waterspout or a dust storm. I took it up and took it down, and it was hot and dry and gingery and spicy, and cloudy, and smooth, and windy and cold, and threatening rain or snow. I took another big swallow and my shirt come unbuttoned and my insides burnt like I was pouring myself full of home-made soapy dishwater. I drank it all down, and when I woke up I was out of a job.
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