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"Хороший, плохой, злой", В финале Джон умирает, Нечто, Амели

Книги Джеральда Даррелла

"...There's nothin' in the rule o' three. The almanac's clean out. The world's gone smash. There's nothin' regular an' uniform no more. The multiplication table's gone loco. Two is eight, nine is eleven, and two-times-six is eight hundred an' forty-six—an'—an' a half. Anything is everything, an' nothing's all, an' twice all is cold cream, milk-shakes, an' calico horses. You've got a system. Figgers beat the figgerin'. What ain't is, an' what isn't has to be. The sun rises in the west, the moon's a paystreak, the stars is canned corn-beef, scurvy's the blessin' of God, him that dies kicks again, rocks floats, water's gas, I ain't me, you're somebody else, an' mebbe we're twins if we ain't hashed-brown potatoes fried in verdigris. Wake me up! Somebody! Oh! Wake me up!" Jack London

Сказал как-то ветер однажды дождю, -
"Давай, ты прольёшься, а я налечу!"
Так на луга навалились они,
Что смогли все цветы наклонить до земли.
Лежат те цветы, ни живы, ни мертвы.
Я знаю, что те испытали цветы.
Роберт Фрост