If you discovered a fantastic power
like this, you'd use it benevolently, for
the good of the entire human race—wouldn't
you? Sure you would!
That was the damnedest December I ever saw in New York. Whatever the
weather is, Manhattan always gets the worst of it—frying hot in
summer, snow or slush up to your ankles in winter—and all along the
seaboard, it was a mean season.
"Listen," I said to the cabbie, "this is still New York, isn't it?"
He jerked his chin at me. "Hah?"
"Where's the crowds?" I said. "Where's the rotten weather? What happened?"
He nodded. "I know whatcha mean. Sure is funny. Crazy weather."
"Well, when did this happen?"
"Hah?"
"I said, how long has this been going on?"
"Cleared up about three o'clock. I looked out the winda, and the sun was shinin'. Jeez! You know what I think?"
"You think it's them atom bombs," I told him.
"That's right. You know what I think, I think it's them atom bombs
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