mm, see on Michael Marshall Smithi raamat ja väga, väga hea. väga teravmeelne ja armas ja misiganes. igastahes soovitan lugeda. siin on üks katke raamatust, näide sellest huumorist või ma ei tea misasi see on. võib-olla leian ainult ma, et see on julmalt hästi kirjutatud, see katkend. muidu raamatu mõte ise on hoopiski midagi muud, rohkem selline sci-fy ja natuke fantaasia teemama. ma ei tea, kas eraldi võttes saab selle tunde, kuid noh..
"An amazingly, ridiculously large spider ran across the floor in front of me. I stared at it for a while, wondering how the hell it had got in. My apartment is on the fourth floor: I couldn't believe the thing had scaled a hundred feet of wall just to hang out with me. It had to have a lair in the apartment somewhere, though I couldn't imagine where. I found it hard to believe that there could be a crevice in
there big enough to hold an animal that size. More likely it just sat around
in the open all day, cunningly disguised as a piece of furniture, waiting for
night to fall so it could go zipping round the floor in that way they enjoy so
much. I might have sat on it without knowing, or rested a drink on it. Hell, I
could have stretched out and gone to sleep on it.
Halfway across the floor the spider stopped, skittered round, and sat
and looked at me. I looked back at the spider. It was a tense moment.
I take shit as and when necessary, but not from things as far down the
evolutionary ladder as spiders. I think it sensed this. After a long moment it
pointed itself in a different direction and slowly and many-leggedly ambled
towards the door. Then, probably realising this was the last chance it was
going to get tonight to do any zipping about, it suddenly accelerated to warp
speed and zoomed out into the hall, taking the corner on two legs."
