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.After all, it isn't every day that the world comes to an end.Frankly, it's just as well.It gives me a chance to straighten out my personal correspondence without interruptions.Telephone hasn't rung once."He stood up and went to the window."It's a great improvement.No blinding sun any more and the snow's gone.There's a pleasant light and a pleasant warmth.Very good arrangement- But now, if you don't mind, I'm rather busy, so if you'll excuse me-"A great, hoarse voice interrupted with a, "Just a minute, Horatio," and a gentleman, looking remarkably like Billikan in a somewhat craggier way, followed his prominent nose into the office and struck an attitude of offended dignity which was scarcely spoiled by the fact that he was quite naked."May I ask why you've shut down Bitsies?"B.illikan looked faint."Good Heavens," he said, "it's Father.Wherever did you come from?""From the graveyard," roared Billikan, Senior."Where on Earth else? They're coming out of the ground there by the dozens.Every one of them naked.Women, too,"Billikan cleared his throat."I'll get you some clothes, Father.I'll bring them to you from home.""Never mind that.Business first.Business first."R.E.came out of his musing."Is everyone coming out of their graves at the same time, sir?"He stared curiously at Billikan, Senior, as he spoke.The old man's appearance was one of rubust age.His cheeks were furrowed but glowed with health.His age, R.E.decided, was exactly what it was at the moment of his death, but his body was as it should have been at that age if it functioned ideally.Billikan, Senior, said, "No, sir, they are not.The newer graves are coming up first, Pottersby died five years before me and came up about five minutes after me.Seeing him made me decide to leave.I had had enough of him when.And that reminds me." He brought his fist down on the desk, a very solid fist."There were no taxis, no busses.Telephones weren't working.I had to walk.I had to walk twenty miles.""Like that?" asked his son in a faint and appalled voice.Billikan, Senior, looked down upon his bare skin with casual approval."It's warm.Almost everyone else is na-ked.Anyway, son, I'm not here to make small talk.Whyis the factory shut down?""It isn't shut down.It's a special occasion.""Special occasion, my foot.You call union headquarters and tell them Resurrection Day isn't in the contract.Every worker is being docked for every minute he's off the job."Billikan's lean face took on a stubborn look as he peered at his father."I will not.Don't forget, now, you're no longer in charge of this plant.I am.""Oh, you are? By what right?""By your will.""All right.Now here I am and I void my will.""You can't, Father.You're dead.You may not look dead, but I have witnesses.I have the doctor's certificate.I have receipted bills from the undertaker.I can get testimony from the pallbearers."Billikan, Senior, stared at his son, sat down, placed his arm over the back of the chair, crossed his legs and said, "If it comes to that, we're all dead, aren't we? The world's come to an end, hasn't it?""But you've been declared legally dead and I haven't.""Oh, we'll change that, son.There are going to be more of us than of you and votes count."Billikan, Junior, tapped the desk firmly with the flat of his hand and flushed slightly."Father, I hate to bring up this particular point, but you force me to.May I remind you that by now I am sure that Mother is sitting at, home waiting for you; that she probably had to walk the streets-uh-naked, too; and that she probably isn't in a good humor."Billikan, Senior, went ludicrously pale."Good Heavens!""And you know she always wanted you to retire."Billikan, Senior, came to a quick decision."I'm not going home.Why, this is a nightmare.Aren't there any limits to this Resurrection business? It's-it's-it's sheer anarchy.There's such a thing as overdoing it.I'm just not going home."At which point, a somewhat rotund gentleman with asmooth, pink face and fluffy white sideburns (much like pictures of Martin Van Buren) stepped in and said coldly, "Goodday.""Father," said Billikan, Senior."Grandfather," said Billikan, Junior.Billikan, Grandsenior, looked at Billikan, Junior, with disapproval."If you are my grandson," he said, "you've aged considerably and the change has not improved you,"Billikan, Junior, smiled with dyspeptic feebleness, made no answer.Billikan, Grandsenior, did not seem to require one.He said, "Now if you two will bring me up to date on the business, I will resume my managerial function"There were two simultaneous answers, and Billikan, Grandsenior's, floridity waxed dangerously as he beat the ground peremptorily with an imaginary cane and barked a retort.R.E.said, "Gentlemen."He raised his voice, "Gentlemen!"He shrieked at full lung-power, "GENTLEMEN!"Conversation snapped off sharply and all turned to look at him.R.E.'s angular face, his oddly attractive eyes, his sardonic mouth seemed suddenly to dominate the gathering.He said, "I don't understand this argument.What is it that you manufacture?""Biteies," said Billikan, Junior."Which, I take it, are a packaged cereal breakfast food-"'Teeming with energy in every golden, crispy flake-" cried Billikan, Junior,"Covered with honey-sweet, crystalline sugar; a confection and a food-" growled Billikan, Senior."To tempt the most jaded appetite," roared Billikan, Grandsenior."Exactly," said R.E."What appetite?"They stared stolidly at him."I beg your pardon," said Billikan, Junior."Are any of you hungry?" asked R.E."I'm not.""What is this fool maundering about?" demanded Billikan, Grandsenior, angrily.His invisible cane would have been prodding E.E.in the navel had it (the cane, not the navel) existed.S, E.said, "I'm trying to tell you that no one will ever eat again.It is the hereafter, and food is unnecessary,"The expressions on the faces of the Billikans needed no interpretation.It was,obvious that they had tried their own appetites and found them wanting.Billikan, Junior, said ashenly, "Rained!"Billikan, Grandsenior, pounded the floor heavily and noiselessly with his imaginary cane."This is confiscation of property without due process-of law.I'll sue.I'11 sue.""Quite unconstitutional," agreed Billikan, Senior."If you can find anyone to sue, I wish you all good fortune,"said R.E.agreeably."And now if you'll excuse me I think I'll walk toward the graveyard."He put his hat on his head and walked out the door.Etheriel, his vortices quivering, stood before the glory of a six-winged cherub.The cherub said, "If I understand you, your particular universe has been dismantled.""Exactly.""Well, surely, now, you don't expect me to set it up again?""I don't expect you to do anything," said Etheriel, "except to arrange an appointment for me with the Chief."The cherub gestured his respect instantly at hearing the word.Two wing-tips covered his feet, two his «yes and two his mouth.He restored himself to normal and said, "The Chief is quite busy.There are a myriad score of matters for him to decide.""Who denies that? I merely point out that if matters stand as they are now, there will have been a universe in which Satan will have won the final victory.""Satan?""It's the Hebrew word for Adversary," said Etheriel impatiently."I could say Ahriman, which is the Persian word.In any case, I mean the Adversary [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]