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A. A. Milne
Winnie-The-Pooh - Chapter 3
...IN WHICH POOH AND PIGLET GO HUNTING AND NEARLY CATCH A WOOZLE
THE Piglet lived in a very grand house in the middle of a beech-tree, and the
beech-tree was in the middle of the forest, and the Piglet lived in the middle
of the house. Next to his house was a piece of broken board which had:
"TRESPASSERS W" on it. When Christopher Robin asked the Piglet what it meant, he
said it was his grandfather's name, and had been in the family for a long time.
Christopher Robin said you couldn't be called Trespassers W, and Piglet said
yes, you could, because his grandfather was, and it was short for Trespassers
Will, which was short for Trespassers William. And his grandfather had had two
names in case he lost one--Trespassers after an uncle, and William after
Trespassers.
"I've got two names," said Christopher Robin carelessly.
"Well, there you are, that proves it," said Piglet.
One fine winter's day when Piglet was brushing away the snow in front of his
house, he happened to look up, and there was Winnie-the-Pooh. Pooh was walking
round and round in a circle, thinking of something else, and when Piglet called
to him, he just went on walking.
"Hallo!" said Piglet, "what are you doing?"
"Hunting," said Pooh.
"Hunting what?"
"Tracking something," said Winnie-the-Pooh very mysteriously.
"Tracking what?" said Piglet, coming closer
"That's just what I ask myself. I ask myself, What?"
"What do you think you'll answer?"
"I shall have to wait until I catch up with it," said Winnie-the-Pooh. "Now,
look there." He pointed to the ground in front of him. "What do you see there?"
"Tracks," said Piglet. "Paw-marks." He gave a little squeak of excitement. "Oh,
Pooh! Do you think it's a--a--a Woozle?"
"It may be," said Pooh. "Sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't. You never can
tell with paw- marks."
With these few words he went on tracking, and Piglet, after watching him for a
minute or two, ran after him. Winnie-the-Pooh had come to a sudden stop, and was
bending over the tracks in a puzzled sort of way.
"What's the matter?" asked Piglet.
"It's a very funny thing," said Bear, "but there seem to be two animals now.
This--whatever-it-was--has been joined by another--whatever-it-is--
and the two of them are now proceeding in company. Would you mind coming with
me, Piglet, in case they turn out to be Hostile Animals?"
Piglet scratched his ear in a nice sort of way, and said that he had nothing to
do until Friday, and would be delighted to come, in case it really was a Woozle.
"You mean, in case it really is two Woozles," said Winnie-the-Pooh, and Piglet
said that anyhow he had nothing to do until Friday. So off they went together.
There was a small spinney of larch trees just here, and it seemed as if the two
Woozles, if that is what they were, had been going round this spinney; so round
this spinney went Pooh and Piglet after them; Piglet passing the time by telling
Pooh what his Grandfather Trespassers W had done to Remove Stiffness after
Tracking, and how his Grandfather Trespassers W had suffered in his later years
from Shortness of Breath, and other matters of interest, and Pooh wondering what
a Grandfather was like, and if perhaps this was Two Grandfathers they were after
now, and, if so, whether he would be allowed to take one home and keep it, and
what Christopher Robin would say. And still the tracks went on in front of
them....
Suddenly Winnie-the-Pooh stopped, and pointed excitedly in front of him. "Look!"
"What?" said Piglet, with a jump. And then, to show that he hadn't been
frightened, he jumped up and down once or twice more in an exercising sort of
way.
"The tracks!" said Pooh. "A third animal has joined the other two!" "Pooh!"
cried Piglet "Do you think it is another Woozle?"
"No," said Pooh, "because it makes different marks. It is either Two Woozles and
one, as it might be, Wizzle, or Two, as it might be, Wizzles and one, if so it
is, Woozle. Let us continue to follow them."
So they went on, feeling just a little anxious now, in case the three animals in
front of them were of Hostile Intent. And Piglet wished very much that his
Grandfather T. W. were there, instead of elsewhere, and Pooh thought how nice it
would be if they met Christopher Robin suddenly but quite accidentally, and only
because he liked Christopher Robin so much. And then, all of a sudden,
Winnie-the-Pooh stopped again, and licked the tip of his nose in a cooling
manner, for he was feeling more hot and anxious than ever in his life before.
There were four animals in front of them!
"Do you see, Piglet? Look at their tracks! Three, as it were, Woozles, and one,
as it was, Wizzle. Another Woozle has joined them!"
And so it seemed to be. There were the tracks; crossing over each other here,
getting muddled up with each other there; but, quite plainly every now and then,
the tracks of four sets of paws.
"I think," said Piglet, when he had licked the tip of his nose too, and found
that it brought very little comfort, "I think that I have just remembered
something. I have just remembered something that I forgot to do yesterday and
sha'n't be able to do to-morrow. So I suppose I really ought to go back and do
it now."
FACE="Arial"> "We'll do it this afternoon, and I'll come with you," said Pooh.
"It isn't the sort of thing you can do in the afternoon," said Piglet quickly.
"It's a very particular morning thing, that has to be done in the morning, and,
if possible, between the hours of What would you say the time was?"
"About twelve," said Winnie-the-Pooh, looking at the sun.
"Between, as I was saying, the hours of twelve and twelve five. So, really, dear
old Pooh, if you'll excuse me-- What's that."
Pooh looked up at the sky, and then, as he heard the whistle again, he looked up
into the branches of a big oak-tree, and then he saw a friend of his.
"It's Christopher Robin," he said.
"Ah, then you'll be all right," said Piglet.
"You'll be quite safe with him. Good-bye," and he trotted off home as quickly as
he could, very glad to be Out of All Danger again.
Christopher Robin came slowly down his tree.
"Silly old Bear," he said, "what were you doing? First you went round the
spinney twice by yourself, and then Piglet ran after you and you went round
again together, and then you were just going round a fourth time"
"Wait a moment," said Winnie-the-Pooh, holding up his paw.
He sat down and thought, in the most thoughtful way he could think. Then he
fitted his paw into one of the Tracks . . . and then he scratched his nose
twice, and stood up.
"Yes," said Winnie-the-Pooh.
"I see now," said Winnie-the-Pooh.
"I have been Foolish and Deluded," said he, "and I am a Bear of No Brain at
All."
"You're the Best Bear in All the World," said Christopher Robin soothingly.
"Am I?" said Pooh hopefully. And then he brightened up suddenly.
"Anyhow," he said, "it is nearly Luncheon Time."
So he went home for it.

Stylové roviny

The Coopered Ken

The ease with which Pierce and his fellow conspirators obtained the first two keys gave them a sense of

confidence that was soon to prove false. Almost immediately after obtaining Fowler's key, they ran into

difficulties from an unexpected quarter: the South Eastern Railway changed its routine for the dispatcher's

offices in London Bridge Station.

The gang employed Miss Miriam to watch the routine of the offices, and in late December, 1854, she

returned with bad news. At a meeting in Pierces house, she told both Pierce and Agar that the railway

company had hired a jack who now guarded the premises at night.

Since they had been planning to break in at night, this was sour news indeed. But according to Agar,

Pierce covered his disappointment quickly. "What's his rig?" he asked.

"He comes on duty at lock-up each night, at seven sharp," Miss Miriam said.

"And what manner of fellow is he?"

"He's a ream escop," she replied, meaning a real policeman. "He's forty or so; square-rigged, fat. But I'll

wager he doesn't sleep on the job, and he's no lushington."

"Is he armed?"

"He is," she said, nodding.

"Where's he lurk, then?" Agar said.

"Right at the door. Sits up at the top of the steps by the door, and does not move at all. He has a small

paper bag at his side, which I think is his supper." Miss Miriam could not be sure of that, because she

dared not remain watching the station office too late in the day for fear of arousing suspicion.

"Crikey," Agar said in disgust. "Sits right by the door? He's coopered that ken."

"I wonder why they put on a night guard," Pierce said.

"Maybe they knew we were giving it the yack," Agar said, for they had kept the office under

surveillance, off and on, for a period of months, and someone might have noticed.

Pierce sighed.

"No gammon now," Agar said.

"There's always a gammon," Pierce said.

"It's coopered for sure," Agar said.

"Not coopered," Pierce said, "just a little more difficult is all."

"How you going to knock it over, then?" Agar said.

"At the dinner hour," he said.

"In broad daylight?" Agar said, aghast.

"Why not?" Pierce said.

  Kapitola 20 / Spálená rána

  Snadnost, s jakou Pierce a jeho kumpáni získali první dva klíče, jim dodala sebedůvěry, která se brzy ukázala falešnou. Takřka vzápětí po získání Fowlerova klíče narazili na potíže z nečekané strany: Jihovýchodní dráha pozměnila zaběhnutý řád své výpravny na nádraží London Bridge.

  Tlupa vysílala slečnu Miriam pozorovat denní běh kanceláří, a ta koncem prosince 1854 přinesla špatnou zprávu. Na schůzce v Piercově domě Piercovi a Agarovi oznámila, že si železniční společnost najala strnada, který teď střeží její místnosti přes celou noc.

  To byla mrzutá zpráva, poněvadž měli v plánu vloupat se tam v noci. Ale podle Agara se Pierce s tímhle zklamáním rychle vypořádal. "Jak drží služby?" zeptal se.

  "Přichází každý večer, když zavírají, přesně v sedm," řekla slečna Miriam.

  "Co je to za chlápka?"

  "Klabnej pudil," odpověděla, čímž měla na mysli, že si nezadá s poctivým policistou. "Je mu kolem čtyřicítky, slušňácky olepený, tlustý. Ale vsadím se, že ve službě nespí a zpiťar to taky není."

  "Je ozbrojený?"

  "Je," přikývla.

  "Kde se vometá?" řekl Agar.

  "Sedí hned u dveří. Na schodech přede dveřma do kanceláře a celou noc se odtud nehne. Na prahu má papírový pytlík, myslím, že si v něm nosí večeři." Jistá si tím slečna Miriam ale nebyla, neboť se neodvážila zůstat na nádraží dlouho do noci, bylo by to nápadné.

  "Kristova noho," řekl znechuceně Agar. "Hned za dveřma? To nám teda spálil ránu."

  "Zajímalo by mě, proč najali nočního hlídače," řekl Pierce.

  "Třeba zmerčili, že tam hážem voko," řekl Agar, protože několik měsíců střídavě sledovali provoz kanceláře a někdo si jich mohl všimnout.

  Pierce si povzdychl.

  "A máme po ftákách," řekl Agar.

  "Nějaké řešení se vždycky najde," řekl Pierce.

  "Poznám spálenou ránu," řekl Agar.

  "Není spálená," řekl Pierce, "bude to jen trochu těžší, nic víc."

  "Jak byste se tam chtěl vbourat?" zeptal se Agar.

  "Přes oběd," zněla odpověď.

  "Na bělo?" zděsil se Agar při představě, že by měli riskovat vloupání za bílého dne.

  "Proč ne?" řekl Pierce.

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Agatha Christie

Murder in Mesopotamia

Chapter 5

Tell Yarimjah

I don’t mind admitting that my first impression on seeing Mrs Leidner was one of downright surprise. One gets into the way of imagining a person when one hears them talked about. I’d got it firmly into my head that Mrs Leidner was a dark, discontented kind of woman. The nervy kind, all on edge. And then, too, I’d expected her to be - well, to put it frankly - a bit vulgar.

She wasn’t a bit like what I’d imagined her! To begin with, she was very fair. She wasn’t a Swede, like her husband, but she might have been as far as looks went. She had that blonde Scandinavian fairness that you don’t very often see. She wasn’t a young woman. Midway between thirty and forty, I should say. Her face was rather haggard, and there was some grey hair mingled with the fairness. Her eyes, though, were lovely. They were the only eyes I’ve ever come across that you might truly describe as violet. They were very large, and there were faint shadows underneath them. She was very thin and fragile-looking, and if I say that she had an air of intense weariness and was at the same time very much alive, it sounds like nonsense - but that’s the feeling I got. I felt, too, that she was a lady through and through. And that means something - even nowadays.

She put out her hand and smiled. Her voice was low and soft with an American drawl in it.

‘I’m so glad you’ve come, nurse. Will you have some tea? Or would you like to go to your room first?’

I said I’d have tea, and she introduced me to the people sitting round the table.

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Inferno

Dan Brown

Inferno

‘Seek and ye shall find.’

With these words echoing in his head, eminent Harvard symbologist Robert Langdon awakes in a hospital bed with no recollection of where he is or how he got there. Nor can he explain the origin of the macabre object that is found hidden in his belongings.

A threat to his life will propel him and a young doctor, Sienna Brooks, into a breakneck chase across the city of Florence. Only Langdon’s knowledge of hidden passageways and ancient secrets that lie behind its historic facade can save them from the clutches of their unknown pursuers.

With only a few lines from Dante’s dark and epic masterpiece, The Inferno, to guide them, they must decipher a sequence of codes buried deep within some of the most celebrated artefacts of the Renaissance – sculptures, paintings, buildings – to find the answers to a puzzle which may, or may not, help them save the world from a terrifying threat…

Set against an extraordinary landscape inspired by one of history’s most ominous literary classics, Inferno is Dan Brown’s most compelling and thought-provoking novel yet, a breathless race-against time thriller that will grab you from page one and not let you go until you close the book.

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Sci-fi: věda a fikce

Tři králové science-fiction: Clarke, Asimov, Brabury

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A.C.Clarke - Fall of Moondust

When a man falls on the Moon, he usually has time to do something about it, for his nerves and muscles are designed to deal with a sixfold greater gravity. Yet when Chief Engineer Lawrence toppled off the ski, the distance was so short that he had no time to react. Almost at once, he hit the dust--and was engulfed in darkness.

He could see absolutely nothing, except for a very faint fluorescence from the illuminated instrument panel inside his suit. With extreme caution, he began to feel around in the softly resisting, half-fluid substance in which he was floundering, seeking some solid object for support. There was nothing; he could not even guess which direction was up.

A mind-sapping despair, which seemed to drain his body of all its strength, almost overwhelmed him. His heart was thumping with that erratic beat that heralds the approach of panic, and the final overthrow of reason. He had seen other men be- come screaming, struggling animals, and knew that he was moving swiftly to join them.

There was just enough left of his rational mind to remember that only a few minutes ago he had saved Lawson from this same fate, but he was not in a position to appreciate the irony. He had to concentrate all his remaining strength of will on regaining control of himself, and checking the thumping in his chest that seemed about to tear him to pieces.

And then, loud and clear in his helmet speaker, came a sound so utterly unexpected that the waves of panic ceased to batter against the island of his soul. It was Tom Lawson--laughing.

The laughter was brief, and it was followed by an apology.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lawrence--I couldn't help it. You look so funny there, waving your legs in the sky."

The Chief Engineer froze in his suit. His fear vanished instantly, to be replaced by anger. He was furious with Lawson, but much more furious with himself.

Of course he had been in no danger; in his inflated suit, he was like a balloon floating upon water, and equally incapable of sinking. Now that he knew what had happened, he could sort matters out by himself. He kicked purposefully with his legs, paddled with his hands, and rolled round his center of gravity--and vision returned as the dust streamed off his helmet. He had sunk, at the most, ten centimeters, and the ski had been within reach all the time. It was a remarkable achievement to have missed it completely while he was flailing around like a stranded octopus.

With as much dignity as he could muster, he grabbed the ski and pulled himself aboard. He did not trust himself to speak, for he was still breathless from his unnecessary exertions, and his voice might betray his recent panic. And he was still angry; he would not have made such a fool of himself in the days when he was working constantly out on the lunar surface. Now he was out of touch. Why, the last time he had worn a suit had been for his annual proficiency check, and then he had never even stepped outside the air lock.

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John Steinbeck – The Grapes of Wrath (1939)

TO THE RED COUNTRY and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth. The plows crossed and recrossed the rivulet marks. The last rains lifted the corn quickly and scattered weed colonies and grass along the sides of the roads so that the gray country and the dark red country began to disappear under a green cover. In the last part of May the sky grew pale and the clouds that had hung in high puffs for so long in the spring were dissipated. The sun flared down on the growing corn day after day until a line of brown spread along the edge of each green bayonet. The clouds appeared, and went away, and in a while they did not try any more. The weeds grew darker green to protect themselves, and they did not spread any more. The surface of the earth crusted, a thin hard crust, and as the sky became pale, so the earth became pale, pink in the red country and white in the gray country.

In the water-cut gullies the earth dusted down in dry little streams. Gophers and ant lions started small avalanches. And as the sharp sun struck day after day, the leaves of the young corn became less stiff and erect; they bent in a curve at first, and then, as the central ribs of strength grew weak, each leaf tilted downward. Then it was June, and the sun shone more fiercely. The brown lines on the corn leaves widened and moved in on the central ribs. The weeds frayed and edged back toward their roots. The air was thin and the sky more pale; and every day the earth paled.

In the roads where the teams moved, where the wheels milled the ground and the hooves of the horses beat the ground, the dirt crust broke and the dust formed. Every moving thing lifted the dust into the air: a walking man lifted a thin layer as high as his waist, and a wagon lifted the dust as high as the fence tops, and an automobile boiled a cloud behind it. The dust was long in settling back again.

When June was half gone, the big clouds moved up out of Texas and the Gulf, high heavy clouds, rainheads. The men in the fields looked up at the clouds and sniffed at them and held wet fingers up to sense the wind. And the horses were nervous while the clouds were up. The rainheads dropped a little spattering and hurried on to some other country. Behind them the sky was pale again and the sun flared. In the dust there were drop craters where the rain had fallen, and there were clean splashes on the corn, and that was all.

A gentle wind followed the rain clouds, driving them on northward, a wind that softly clashed the drying corn. A day went by and the wind increased, steady, unbroken by gusts. The dust from the roads fluffed up and spread out and fell on the weeds beside the fields, and fell into the fields a little way. Now the wind grew strong and hard and it worked at the rain crust in the corn fields. Little by little the sky was darkened by the mixing dust, and the wind felt over the earth, loosened the dust, and carried it away. The wind grew stronger. The rain crust broke and the dust lifted up out of the fields and drove gray plumes into the air like sluggish smoke. The corn threshed the wind and made a dry, rushing sound. The finest dust did not settle back to earth now, but disappeared into the darkening sky.