"Reading the Entrails: A Rondel", by Neil Gaiman

[piggymouse]

А вот ничего такая штучка.

Reading the Entrails: A Rondel

by Neil Gaiman

‘I mean,’ she said, ‘that one can't help growing older.’
‘One can't perhaps,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ‘but two can. With proper assistance, you might have left off at seven.’

— Lewis Carroll, Throught The Looking-Glass

They'll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate —
The cards and stars that tumble as they will.
Tomorrow manifests and brings the bill
For every kiss and kill, the small and great.
You want to know the future, love? Then wait:
I'll answer your impatient questions. Still —
They'll can it chance, or luck, or call it Fate,
The cards and stars that tumble as they will.

I'll come to you tonight, dear, when it's late,
You will not see me; you may feel a chill.
I'll wait until you sleep, then take my fill,
And that will be your future on a plate.
They'll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate.

Это я всё-таки открыл "Smoke and Mirrors".

Comments

[msh.livejournal.com]

"Smoke and Mirrors" вообще отличная книга

[piggymouse.livejournal.com]

Слушай, не говори, проглотил не отрываясь.

Но про Инсмут было бы достаточно одного рассказа. :)