（外文电子版资料）Robert A Heinlein - Common Sense.pdf

file:///C|/Documents and Settings/hasi鈥/Dokumenty/Mar鈥novi pt谩鈥oviny/...0 SciFi, Fantasy, and Classic eBooks/Heinlein, Robert A/Common Sense.txt COMMON SENSE JOE, THE RIGHT HAND head of Joe-Jim, addressed his words to Hugh Hoyland. All right, smart boy, youve convinced the Chief Engineer. He gestured toward Bill Ertz with the blade of his knife, then resumed picking Jims teeth with it. So what? Where does it get you? Ive explained that, Hugh Hoyland answered irritably. We keep on, until every scientist in the Ship, from the Captain to the greenest probationer, knows that the Ship moves and believes that we can make it move. Then well finish the Trip, as Jordan willed. How many knives can you muster? he added. Well, for the love of Jordan! Listen, have you got some fool idea that we are going to help you with this crazy scheme? Naturally. Youre necessary to it. Then you had better think up another think. Thats out. Bobo! Get out the checkerboard. O.K., Boss. The microcephalic dwarf hunched himself up off the floor plates and trotted across Joe-Jims apartment. Hold it, Bobo. Jim, the left-hand head, had spoken. The dwarf stopped dead, his narrow forehead wrinkled. The fact that his two-headed master occasionally failed to agree as to what Bobo should do was the only note of insecurity in his tranquil bloodthirsty existence. Lets hear what he has to say, Jim continued. There may be some fun in this. Fun! The fun of getting a knife in your ribs. Let me point out that they are my ribs, too. I dont agree to it. I didnt ask you to agree; I asked you to listen. Leaving fun out of it, it may be the only way to keep a knife out of our ribs. What do you mean? Joe demanded suspiciously. You heard what Ertz had to say. Jim flicked a thumb toward the prisoner. The Ships officers are planning to clean out the upper levels. How would you like to go into the Converter, Joe? You cant play