Space Sci-Fi Boxed Set: Intergalactic Wars, Alien Attacks & Space Adventure Novels. David Lindsay
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Название: Space Sci-Fi Boxed Set: Intergalactic Wars, Alien Attacks & Space Adventure Novels
Автор: David Lindsay
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Языкознание
isbn: 9788027248315
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Kurt and he fell talking of aerial tactics, and presently went down to the undergallery in order that Bert might see the Drachenflieger that the airships of the right wing had picked up overnight and were towing behind them; each airship towing three or four. They looked, like big box-kites of an exaggerated form, soaring at the ends of invisible cords. They had long, square headsand flattened tails, with lateral propellers.
“Much skill is required for those! — much skill!”
“Rather!”
Pause.
“Your machine is different from that, Mr. Butteridge?”
“Quite different,” said Bert. “More like an insect, and less like a bird. And it buzzes, and don’t drive about so. What can those things do?”
Kurt was not very clear upon that himself, and was still explaining when Bert was called to the conference we have recorded with the Prince.
And after that was over, the last traces of Butteridge fell from Bert like a garment, and he became Smallways to all on board. The soldiers ceased to salute him, and the officers ceased to seem aware of his existence, except Lieutenant Kurt. He was turned out of his nice cabin, and packed in with his belongings to share that of Lieutenant Kurt, whose luck it was to be junior, and the bird-headed officer, still swearing slightly, and carrying strops and aluminium boot-trees and weightless hairbrushes and hand-mirrors and pomade in his hands, resumed possession. Bert was put in with Kurt because there was nowhere else for him to lay his bandaged head in that close-packed vessel. He was to mess, he was told, with the men.
Kurt came and stood with his legs wide apart and surveyed, him for a moment as he sat despondent in his new quarters.
“What’s your real name, then?” said Kurt, who was only imperfectly informed of the new state of affairs.
“Smallways.”
“I thought you were a bit of a fraud — even when I thought you were Butteridge. You’re jolly lucky the Prince took it calmly. He’s a pretty tidy blazer when he’s roused. He wouldn’t stick a moment at pitching a chap of your sort overboard if he thought fit. No!… They’ve shoved you on to me, but it’s my cabin, you know.”
“I won’t forget,” said Bert.
Kurt left him, andwhen he came to look about him the first thing he saw pasted on the padded wall was a reproduction, of the great picture by Siegfried Schmalz of the War God, that terrible, trampling figure with the viking helmet and the scarlet cloak, wading through destruction, sword in hand, which had so strong a resemblance to Karl Albert, the prince it was painted to please.
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