On our way out, Nightingale... «False Value»
robot19 марта 2020On our way out, Nightingale took a detour to look at the Apollo capsule displayed in the Making of the Modern World gallery. The great bronze cone was mounted so that it tilted forward, allowing a view through the missing hatch and into the interior. He stood staring at the flimsy looking acceleration couches even as a troop of hyperactive primary schoolkids swirled around his legs. “You know, Peter,” he said finally, “I don’t think I’ve visited this museum since 1924.” “Don’t tell anyone that,” I said. “Or they’ll put you in a case.” “They’d be too late—I’ve already promised my brain to science.”
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