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.It is clear that there is someone in our organization who is working againstus.I suggest that everyone working for the Second Foundation should undergo athorough mental analysis.Everyone, including the Speakers themselves.Evenincluding myself--and the First Speaker. The meeting of the Table broke up in greater confusion andgreater excitement than any on record.And when the First Speaker finally spoke the phrase ofadjournment, Gendibal--without speaking to anyone--made his way back to hisroom.He knew well that he had not one friend among the Speakers, that evenwhatever support the First Speaker could give him would be half-hearted atbest.He could not tell whether he feared for himself or for theentire Second Foundation.The taste of doom was sour in his mouth.2.Gendibal did not sleep well.His waking thoughts and his sleeping dreams werealike engaged in quarreling with Delora Delarmi.In one passage of one dream,there was even a confusion between her and the Hamish farmer, Rufirant, sothat Gendibal found himself facing an out-of-proportion Delarmi advancing uponhim with enormous fists and a sweet smile that revealed needlelike teeth.Page 100 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlHe finally woke, later than usual, with no sensation of havingrested and with the buzzer on his night table in muted action.He turned overto bring his hand down upon the contact. Yes? What is it? Speaker! The voice was that of the floor proctor, ratherless than suitably respectful. A visitor wishes to speak to you: A visitor? Gendibal punched his appointment schedule and thescreen showed nothing before noon.He pushed the time button; it was 8:3i A.m.He said peevishly, Who in space and time is it? Will not give a name, Speaker. Then, with clear disapproval, One of these Hamishers, Speaker.Arrived at your invitation. The lastsentence was said with even clearer disapproval. Let him wait in the reception room till I come down.It willtake time. Gendibal did not hurry.Throughout the morning ablutions, heremained lost in thought.That someone was using the Hamish to hamper hismovements made sense--but he would like to know who that someone was.And whatwas this new intrusion of the Hamish into his very quarters? A complicatedtrap of some sort?How in the name of Seldon would a Hamish farmer get into theUniversity? What reason could he advance? What reason could he really have?For one fleeting moment, Gendibal wondered if he ought to armhimself.He decided against it almost at once, since he felt contemptuouslycertain of being able to control any single farmer on the University groundswithout any danger to himself--and without any unacceptable marking of aHamish mind.Gendibal decided he had been too strongly affected by theincident with Karoll Rufirant the day before.--Was it the very farmer, by theway? No longer under the influence, perhaps--of whatever or whoever it was--hemight well have come to Gendibal to apologize for what he had done and withapprehension of punishment.--but how would Rufirant know where to go? Whom toapproach?Gendibal swung down the corridor resolutely and entered thewaiting room.He stopped in astonishment, then fumed to the proctor, who waspretending to be busy in his glass-walled cubicle. Proctor, you did not say the visitor was a woman. The proctor said quietly, Speaker, I said a Hamisher.You didnot ask further. Minimal information, Proctor? I must remember that as one ofyour characteristics. (And he must check to see if the proctor was a Delarmiappointee.And he must remember, from now on, to note the functionaries whosurrounded him, Lowlies whom it was too easy to ignore from the height ofhis still-new Speakership.) Are any of the conference rooms available? The proctor said, Number 4 is the only one available,Speaker.It will be free for three hours. He glanced briefly at thePage 101 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlHamishwoman, then at Gendibal, with blank innocence. We will use Number 4, Proctor, and I would advise you to mindyour thoughts. Gendibal struck, not gently, and the proctor s shield closedfar too slowly.Gendibal knew well it was beneath his dignity to manhandle alesser mind, but a person who was incapable of shielding an unpleasantconjecture against a superior ought to learn not to indulge in one.Theproctor would have a mild headache for a few hours.It was well deserved.3.Her name did not spring immediately to mind and Gendibal was in no mood todelve deeper.She could scarcely expect him to remember, in any case.He said peevishly, You are-- I be Novi, Master Scowler, she said in what was almost agasp. My previous be Sura, but I be called Novi plain. Yes.Novi.We met yesterday; I remember now.I have notforgotten that you came to my defense. He could not bring himself to use theHamish accent on the very University grounds. Now how did you get here? Master, you said I might write letter [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.It is clear that there is someone in our organization who is working againstus.I suggest that everyone working for the Second Foundation should undergo athorough mental analysis.Everyone, including the Speakers themselves.Evenincluding myself--and the First Speaker. The meeting of the Table broke up in greater confusion andgreater excitement than any on record.And when the First Speaker finally spoke the phrase ofadjournment, Gendibal--without speaking to anyone--made his way back to hisroom.He knew well that he had not one friend among the Speakers, that evenwhatever support the First Speaker could give him would be half-hearted atbest.He could not tell whether he feared for himself or for theentire Second Foundation.The taste of doom was sour in his mouth.2.Gendibal did not sleep well.His waking thoughts and his sleeping dreams werealike engaged in quarreling with Delora Delarmi.In one passage of one dream,there was even a confusion between her and the Hamish farmer, Rufirant, sothat Gendibal found himself facing an out-of-proportion Delarmi advancing uponhim with enormous fists and a sweet smile that revealed needlelike teeth.Page 100 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlHe finally woke, later than usual, with no sensation of havingrested and with the buzzer on his night table in muted action.He turned overto bring his hand down upon the contact. Yes? What is it? Speaker! The voice was that of the floor proctor, ratherless than suitably respectful. A visitor wishes to speak to you: A visitor? Gendibal punched his appointment schedule and thescreen showed nothing before noon.He pushed the time button; it was 8:3i A.m.He said peevishly, Who in space and time is it? Will not give a name, Speaker. Then, with clear disapproval, One of these Hamishers, Speaker.Arrived at your invitation. The lastsentence was said with even clearer disapproval. Let him wait in the reception room till I come down.It willtake time. Gendibal did not hurry.Throughout the morning ablutions, heremained lost in thought.That someone was using the Hamish to hamper hismovements made sense--but he would like to know who that someone was.And whatwas this new intrusion of the Hamish into his very quarters? A complicatedtrap of some sort?How in the name of Seldon would a Hamish farmer get into theUniversity? What reason could he advance? What reason could he really have?For one fleeting moment, Gendibal wondered if he ought to armhimself.He decided against it almost at once, since he felt contemptuouslycertain of being able to control any single farmer on the University groundswithout any danger to himself--and without any unacceptable marking of aHamish mind.Gendibal decided he had been too strongly affected by theincident with Karoll Rufirant the day before.--Was it the very farmer, by theway? No longer under the influence, perhaps--of whatever or whoever it was--hemight well have come to Gendibal to apologize for what he had done and withapprehension of punishment.--but how would Rufirant know where to go? Whom toapproach?Gendibal swung down the corridor resolutely and entered thewaiting room.He stopped in astonishment, then fumed to the proctor, who waspretending to be busy in his glass-walled cubicle. Proctor, you did not say the visitor was a woman. The proctor said quietly, Speaker, I said a Hamisher.You didnot ask further. Minimal information, Proctor? I must remember that as one ofyour characteristics. (And he must check to see if the proctor was a Delarmiappointee.And he must remember, from now on, to note the functionaries whosurrounded him, Lowlies whom it was too easy to ignore from the height ofhis still-new Speakership.) Are any of the conference rooms available? The proctor said, Number 4 is the only one available,Speaker.It will be free for three hours. He glanced briefly at thePage 101 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlHamishwoman, then at Gendibal, with blank innocence. We will use Number 4, Proctor, and I would advise you to mindyour thoughts. Gendibal struck, not gently, and the proctor s shield closedfar too slowly.Gendibal knew well it was beneath his dignity to manhandle alesser mind, but a person who was incapable of shielding an unpleasantconjecture against a superior ought to learn not to indulge in one.Theproctor would have a mild headache for a few hours.It was well deserved.3.Her name did not spring immediately to mind and Gendibal was in no mood todelve deeper.She could scarcely expect him to remember, in any case.He said peevishly, You are-- I be Novi, Master Scowler, she said in what was almost agasp. My previous be Sura, but I be called Novi plain. Yes.Novi.We met yesterday; I remember now.I have notforgotten that you came to my defense. He could not bring himself to use theHamish accent on the very University grounds. Now how did you get here? Master, you said I might write letter [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]