Book: Trouble

Outside, in the world, as if nothing happened. But here, in these green twilight, in this land of paper and leather, could happen. Has always happened. Just listen and hear the cries of tens of thousands of people, that's millions hauling cannons, sharpening guillotines, but the Chinese marching four in a row. Of course, invisibly, of course, silent, but Jim and Willy noses and ears in place. A factory of spices, here, asleep, unknown of the desert.

It was all good and quiet October nights and the library with green lights inside and a subtle smell of paper dust.

Like all boys, they never walked, but, selecting a target, rushed to her with all haste. No one won, and didn't want to win, they were friends; it was good just to run around, rapidly stamped tennis shoes parallel lines of marks on the lawns, through bushes and groves, was well along to tear the finish line, and time to grab the handle of the library door, no one is lost, both won, keeping the friendship for the time when the loss will be inevitable.

The best book ever - about living water, about knights, cut into pieces or how the molten lead pouring from the walls on the heads of all sorts of fools.

- There is an unusual storm, ' said the merchant. Is you Tom Fury says. Furi - a fitting name for a guy who sells lightning-rods, huh? If I took it? No. The name pushed me to choose a profession? Yes! I lived and watched cloud lights jump through the world, and the people tremble and hide. And I thought, will be marked on maps hurricanes storm, I note, and then go ahead of them and I will be rattling around my iron clubs, my miraculous defenders. I covered and secured one hundred thousand, no, two hundred, do not count how many peaceful, God-fearing homes. Listen to me, guys. If I say that your deeds are bad, then so it is.

There are people... they simply draw lightning like you want to suck it. In some, you know, negative polarity, the other positive.
Alone in the dark and light, the other in her off...

You ask why the lightning rod Egyptian, Arabic, Abyssinian, contestee signs? What language do you think speaks the wind? From some of the people storm? Whence comes the rain? What color is the zipper? Where is the birthplace of the thunder?

A few words - but behind them lay their lives: the pride of mothers living in the neighborhood, hurrying along to the hospital together, bringing sons to the world, a minute before the light, one minute after dark. This saw the story of happy holidays together, they Willy every year, lit candles on the cake a minute before midnight and Jim in the first minute of the last day of the month to extinguish them.

In the October week both of them had the night when they rose immediately, suddenly, and forever goodbye to childhood...

Here are two people traveling in one car: the soldier and the farmer. One talks about the war, the other about bread, and each drives the neighbor to sleep. But if one suddenly remember about the marathon and the other in his life ran at least a mile away, they chatted all night and part friends. All men have one common theme is women, they can interpret from sunrise to sunset, and beyond.

Yes, in any one day I could tell you much more! Damn! And where have I been? It seems that all is ready to... ready to love.

Charles Halloway second Cup of coffee, tidied frustrated sleepless night, thinking and searching for the nerves.

I thought that I can't marry you until you lick yourself clean forever. I did not realize that it is useless to wait to be perfect, you have to scrape and scratch himself, to fall and rise with the others. And here one afternoon I was distracted from the great duel with you because your mother went to the library. She went to take the book, but instead got me.

Just... promise me, Jim. When you leave, and then come back, so you will have lots of children. Let them rush around. Let me ever treat them.