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.All getting thehell out of it, fast as we can make it - Anybody know what the area of themain spout s reckoned to be - ? For crysake! Doesn t anybody know any damnthing around here?We re pulling off now, pulling off - Maybe we will make it - Wish I knew howlong -? Maybe - maybe - Faster, now, faster, for heaven s sake - Pull the guts outof her, what s it matter? - Hell, slog her to bits - Cram her along - Five minutes now since theRedwood sank - How far ll she be down in five minutes -? For God s sake, somebody:How long does that damn thing take to sink- ? Still going - Still keeping going - Still beating it for all we re worth -Surely to heaven we must be beyond the main spout area by now - Must have achance now -We re keeping it up - Still going - Still going full speed - Everybody lookingastern -Everybody watching and waiting for it - And we re still going - How can athing be sinking all this time - But thank God it is - Over seven minutes now- Nothing yet -Still going - And the other ships, with great wakes behind them - Still going- Maybe it s a dud - Or maybe the bottom isn t five miles around here - Whycan t somebody tell us how long it ought to take - ? Must be getting clear ofthe worst now - Some of the other ships are just black dots on white spots now- Still going - We re still hammering away - Must have a chance now - I guesswe ve really got a chance now -Everybody still staring aft - Oh God! The whole sea s - And there it cut off.But he survived, that radio announcer.His ship and five others out of theflotilla of ten came through, a bit radioactive, but otherwise unharmed.AndI understand that the first thing that happened to him when he reported backto his office after treatment was a reprimand for the use of overcolloquiallanguage which had given offense to a number of listeners by its neglect ofthe Third Commandment.****Page 35 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThat was the day on which argument stopped, and propaganda became unnecessary.Two of the four ships lost in the Cayman Trench disaster had succumbed to thebomb, but the end of the other two have occurred in a glare of publicity thatrouted the skeptics and the cautious alike.At last it was established beyonddoubt that there was something - and a highly dangerous something, too - downthere in the Deeps.Such was the wave of alarmed conviction spreading swiftlyround the world that even theRussians sufficiently overcame their national reticence to admit that they hadlost one large freighter and one unspecified naval vessel, both, again, offthe Kurils, and one more survey craft off the eastern Kamchatka.Inconsequence of this, they were, they said, willing to cooperate with otherpowers in putting down this menace to the cause of world Peace.The following day the British government proposed that an International NavalConference should meet in London to make a preliminary survey of the problem.Adisposition among some of those invited to quibble about the locale wasquenched by the unsympathetically urgent mood of the public.The conferenceassembled inWestminster within three days of the announcement, and, as far as England wasconcerned, none too soon.In those three days cancellations of sea passageshad been wholesale, overwhelmed airline companies have been forced to applypriority schedules, the Government had clamped down fast on the sales of oilsof all kinds, and was rushing out a rationing system for essential services.On the day before the conference opened, Phyllis and I met for lunch. You ought to see Oxford Street, she said. Talk about panic-buying! Cottonsparticularly.Every hopeless line is selling out at double prices, and they rescratching one another s eyes out for things they wouldn t have been seen deadin last week. From what they tell me of the City, I told her, it s about as good there.Sounds as if you could get control of a shipping line for a few bob, but youcouldn t buy a single share in anything to do with aircraft for a fortune.Steel s all over the place; rubbers, too; plastics are soaring; distilleriesare down; about the only thing that s holding its own seems to be breweries. I saw a man and a woman loading two sacks of coffee beans into a Rolls, inPiccadilly.And there were - She broke off suddenly as though what I hadbeen saying had just registered. You did get rid of Aunt Mary s shares inthose Jamaican plantations? she inquired, with the expression that sheapplies to the monthly housekeeping accounts. Some time ago, I reassured her. The proceeds went, oddly enough, intoairplaneengines, and plastics [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.All getting thehell out of it, fast as we can make it - Anybody know what the area of themain spout s reckoned to be - ? For crysake! Doesn t anybody know any damnthing around here?We re pulling off now, pulling off - Maybe we will make it - Wish I knew howlong -? Maybe - maybe - Faster, now, faster, for heaven s sake - Pull the guts outof her, what s it matter? - Hell, slog her to bits - Cram her along - Five minutes now since theRedwood sank - How far ll she be down in five minutes -? For God s sake, somebody:How long does that damn thing take to sink- ? Still going - Still keeping going - Still beating it for all we re worth -Surely to heaven we must be beyond the main spout area by now - Must have achance now -We re keeping it up - Still going - Still going full speed - Everybody lookingastern -Everybody watching and waiting for it - And we re still going - How can athing be sinking all this time - But thank God it is - Over seven minutes now- Nothing yet -Still going - And the other ships, with great wakes behind them - Still going- Maybe it s a dud - Or maybe the bottom isn t five miles around here - Whycan t somebody tell us how long it ought to take - ? Must be getting clear ofthe worst now - Some of the other ships are just black dots on white spots now- Still going - We re still hammering away - Must have a chance now - I guesswe ve really got a chance now -Everybody still staring aft - Oh God! The whole sea s - And there it cut off.But he survived, that radio announcer.His ship and five others out of theflotilla of ten came through, a bit radioactive, but otherwise unharmed.AndI understand that the first thing that happened to him when he reported backto his office after treatment was a reprimand for the use of overcolloquiallanguage which had given offense to a number of listeners by its neglect ofthe Third Commandment.****Page 35 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThat was the day on which argument stopped, and propaganda became unnecessary.Two of the four ships lost in the Cayman Trench disaster had succumbed to thebomb, but the end of the other two have occurred in a glare of publicity thatrouted the skeptics and the cautious alike.At last it was established beyonddoubt that there was something - and a highly dangerous something, too - downthere in the Deeps.Such was the wave of alarmed conviction spreading swiftlyround the world that even theRussians sufficiently overcame their national reticence to admit that they hadlost one large freighter and one unspecified naval vessel, both, again, offthe Kurils, and one more survey craft off the eastern Kamchatka.Inconsequence of this, they were, they said, willing to cooperate with otherpowers in putting down this menace to the cause of world Peace.The following day the British government proposed that an International NavalConference should meet in London to make a preliminary survey of the problem.Adisposition among some of those invited to quibble about the locale wasquenched by the unsympathetically urgent mood of the public.The conferenceassembled inWestminster within three days of the announcement, and, as far as England wasconcerned, none too soon.In those three days cancellations of sea passageshad been wholesale, overwhelmed airline companies have been forced to applypriority schedules, the Government had clamped down fast on the sales of oilsof all kinds, and was rushing out a rationing system for essential services.On the day before the conference opened, Phyllis and I met for lunch. You ought to see Oxford Street, she said. Talk about panic-buying! Cottonsparticularly.Every hopeless line is selling out at double prices, and they rescratching one another s eyes out for things they wouldn t have been seen deadin last week. From what they tell me of the City, I told her, it s about as good there.Sounds as if you could get control of a shipping line for a few bob, but youcouldn t buy a single share in anything to do with aircraft for a fortune.Steel s all over the place; rubbers, too; plastics are soaring; distilleriesare down; about the only thing that s holding its own seems to be breweries. I saw a man and a woman loading two sacks of coffee beans into a Rolls, inPiccadilly.And there were - She broke off suddenly as though what I hadbeen saying had just registered. You did get rid of Aunt Mary s shares inthose Jamaican plantations? she inquired, with the expression that sheapplies to the monthly housekeeping accounts. Some time ago, I reassured her. The proceeds went, oddly enough, intoairplaneengines, and plastics [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]