Book: Black Obelisk. Page 1

Dollar rises every day, but every night the course of your life for one day drops.

- You ought not to ignore it. And you, just you hypnotized all the time with her eyes was scrutinizing, and then suddenly organize this Comedy with me. God, what are you still inexperienced in such matters!

Things are going faster cat novel.

... the profession of gravedigger did his philosophizing drunk.

... human misery can not do without the monuments of Sandstone or marble, and at elevated sense of duty or the appropriate inheritance - even from the polished on all sides of black Swedish granite.

I never saw any of these people. I have not once wanted to go to Vandenbrouck, but always something was delayed and I told myself that I will, but I suddenly found that time anymore.

- Keep the banner high, George! You know we are immortal.
- Right. And you don't despair. You so often saved, you just have to get through.
"I see," I say. - At least for those who were not saved. At least for Valentine.
- Nonsense. Just because you live.

And life, good or bad, you still have a life, notice it only when forced to risk it.

We have friendly relations with him, as is usually the case when relationships between people based on mutual benefit.

I don't know how to live without religion - appeals to Kurt Wilke Bach. - What do you do at night when you Wake up during a thunderstorm?
- In the summer?
- Of course, in the summer. Winter thunderstorms do not happen.
- To drink something cold - meets Kurt Bach. - And then continue to sleep.

I would still like to be silly, stupid radiant. In our time is the greatest gift.

There are lucky finds at the beginning or the end, when man, as if playing up to what the experts are fighting without any hope of success.

And that, in fact, not received by us from the dead? Our language, our habits, our knowledge, our despair, everything!

You are free and flying, but stepping confidently where others are sinking and soaring where others stomp iron boots off, you're caught in the web and Srinivasa themselves on the border, which others don't even notice - why do people molest you? Why would they so eagerly strive to bring you back to our world, why not leave your butterfly being on the wrong side of any cause and effect, time and death? What is this, jealousy? Or a complete misunderstanding?