Male C. Pig a.k.a. Svinopolist (piggymouse) wrote,
Male C. Pig a.k.a. Svinopolist

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QotD: Классики о современниках

Вот совершенно не за этим полез я на больную голову в собрание сочинений великого писателя, но, перебирая свои в нём пометки, наткнулся и теперь ржю. Угадай автора с одной буквы.

These words hummed in the doctor's mind as he rocked to and fro, squatting on the nitrous stone floor. He tried to drive them out, and repeated the Lord's Prayer to himself; eventually trailing off into a mnemonic hodge-podge like the modernistic Waste Land of Mr. T. S. Eliot, and finally reverting to the oft-repeated dual formula he had lately found in Ward's underground library: ‘Y'ai 'ng'ngah, Yog-Sothoth’ and so on till the final underlined Zhro.

Для тех, кто не читает меня вне ЖЖ: это я, несмотря на самый жёсткий грипп за последние года четыре, прочёл акройдовскую биографию Элиота и нахожусь в диком счастье. Но вот в собрание сочинений великого писателя я полез на больную голову совершенно не за этим.

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