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.The veryfact of being with each other seemed to make these people turn on tothemselves.There were bankers and publishers and owners of networks.There were surgeonsand scientists, and industrialists and politicians.There was the presidentialcabinet.All the power brokers in America were here, and there was the onlyone person Remo cared much about and he was unconscious in an elevator.Andanother he cared about somewhat and that one's brains were fried.And the manwho did it could do it to Remo.Everyone knew Vassily but no one knew where he was.A television anchorwomanturned her charm on Remo.Remo turned it back to her."You don't have to be rude," she said."Yes I do," said Remo."Do you know who I am?""Another jerk in a roomful of jerks," said Remo.Suddenly in the vast lengthof the floor, there was silence.Someone had called this august assembly ofpersonages "jerks."A titter of laughter played through the crowd.Most of the important peopledared not laugh lest someone think they were threatened."Jerks?" asked the anchorwoman.And she laughed quite loudly."Yeah.None of you or anything you do will be remembered a thousand years fromnow.Even your children, if they're twice as important as you are, won't beremembered.So who are you?""It's not a thousand years from now that matters, but now," said the woman."Now you always have," said Remo, and someone said that because he wore jeansand a T-shirt, he probably was never invited at all, and several of the manybodyguards were invited to throw Remo out, to loud applause.They joined the art on the walls, some of them sticking, some of them not."Rabinowitz," bellowed Remo."I want you.And I want you now."The room was quiet.A door opened.The crowd parted.A little man with sad eyes walked in quite confidently.Remo went for hishead, but this time he did not harm Chiun.Chiun was more frail than he shouldhave been.More worthy of love than usual."Are you all right, little father?" said Remo."Yes.But I'm your friend Vassily Rabinowitz and you do whatever I say.""Good, Vassily.I'm glad to see you again.For a moment I thought you wereChiun.""You're going to kill Chiun.He's no good."Remo was nodding yes, when he thought of Chiun.All the being that was hissaid kill Chiun.Everything said kill Chiun.All breathing said kill Chiun.Hewould kill Chiun, except there was a thing coming up in his throat, and it wassomething far off in the cosmos that he was a part of.It required the answer"No." And the answer "No" came out of his mouth.No was the answer to that."I've got to have your total loyalty.You cannot resist.There is nothing leftin you to resist," came the words, and even Remo's blood cried out: KillChiun.Remo threw himself onto the floor and fought his blood.He fought his bloodand his being and his knowledge and everything he felt and saw and understood.His hands and his heart would not lift against his little father, Master ofSinanju.If they reached for Chiun, Remo would crush them.If his legs carriedhim to Chiun, Remo would break them, and far off in a place without light, butof all light, Remo heard the word he needed to hear.It was the great answerto the greatest of all questions.And the answer was "Yes." The Hebrews heard it in the words of Mount Sinaiwhich said: "I Am Who Is." And the Christians heard it on the third day, whenthe answer for all eternity was a yes to life.Page 113 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Yes," was the answer to all that was.All that was good was yes.All beingwas the great yes of the universe.And Remo saw the Great Wang laughing athim, and in the cleanest strokes of the history of Sinanju, Remo did as hislittle father taught him, bringing the blow from the very breathing itself,and severed the head of the Great Wang laughing at him.When Vassily Rabinowitz' head rolled on the ballroom floor people screamed inhorror.Remo's eyes cleared.His body ached where he had hurled it down,shattering parquet flooring into splinters.He had performed a perfect blow.There was not a drop of blood on his hand.Ithad been in and out of Rabinowitz' vertebrae at the precise speed to severwith both heat and force.In fact, it was only now that the heart muscle ofthe headless corpse on the floor finished its last pumping action, creating adark red pool where the head containing the sad brown eyes had been."Who are you?" asked a stunned broadcaster.Remo didn't answer questions.He went upstairs and following wire circuitry toits source found Smith behind a computer terminal.Smith was tired and confused."Remo.Where are we?""Fifth Avenue.Rabinowitz' duplex.""Strange.Last thing I remember is preparing to kill him.What's this on thecomputer screen?" Smith shook his head."Oh no.Have they gone off yet?""Have what gone off?" asked Remo."You would have known if they did.I hot-wired our whole nuclear-defenseestablishment.Has the President been here?""No.I turned him back," said Remo."Good.I see.Yes.Right.Let me close this down before we all go up.Where'sRabinowitz?""Part of him is in the ballroom and another part, I think, has rolled intoanother room.I'm not sure.""Thank you.We needed you and you did your job.You can go now, Remo.""Here's as good as anywhere," said Remo."I'm an American.I believe in thiscountry.""You mean you've veered away from Sinanju philosophy?""No.It is Sinanju philosophy.Here is good.I'm here.Yes.I'll stay.""Did Rabinowitz find out about CURE?""You not only told him about it, you put it at his service."Smith groaned."Anyone else?" he asked."There's a Russian lady who knows.""She's got to go.""I think she's a good person.""I'm not judging anyone.I'm trying to save the country.""I don't think there'll be any harm to her knowing.Talk to her.""Is she good-looking?""She's stunning, Smitty.""I thought so," said Smith suspiciously."She's got brains.""Even more reason to terminate her.""Talk to her."Anna Chutesov was still cradling Chiun's head in her hands when Remo helpedthem both out of the elevator, carrying Chiun in his arms.He hated himself for the blow he had delivered to Chiun, and yet if he hadnot, he would have been in pieces like Rabinowitz."Remo says I should talk to you," said Smith to Anna."I'm afraid youunderstand why we must terminate you.You know about us.""Typical stupid male response.If you don't know what to do, kill.Gorilla.""We can't be compromised," said Smith."Why would I want to compromise you?""To take over our country.Weaken America [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The veryfact of being with each other seemed to make these people turn on tothemselves.There were bankers and publishers and owners of networks.There were surgeonsand scientists, and industrialists and politicians.There was the presidentialcabinet.All the power brokers in America were here, and there was the onlyone person Remo cared much about and he was unconscious in an elevator.Andanother he cared about somewhat and that one's brains were fried.And the manwho did it could do it to Remo.Everyone knew Vassily but no one knew where he was.A television anchorwomanturned her charm on Remo.Remo turned it back to her."You don't have to be rude," she said."Yes I do," said Remo."Do you know who I am?""Another jerk in a roomful of jerks," said Remo.Suddenly in the vast lengthof the floor, there was silence.Someone had called this august assembly ofpersonages "jerks."A titter of laughter played through the crowd.Most of the important peopledared not laugh lest someone think they were threatened."Jerks?" asked the anchorwoman.And she laughed quite loudly."Yeah.None of you or anything you do will be remembered a thousand years fromnow.Even your children, if they're twice as important as you are, won't beremembered.So who are you?""It's not a thousand years from now that matters, but now," said the woman."Now you always have," said Remo, and someone said that because he wore jeansand a T-shirt, he probably was never invited at all, and several of the manybodyguards were invited to throw Remo out, to loud applause.They joined the art on the walls, some of them sticking, some of them not."Rabinowitz," bellowed Remo."I want you.And I want you now."The room was quiet.A door opened.The crowd parted.A little man with sad eyes walked in quite confidently.Remo went for hishead, but this time he did not harm Chiun.Chiun was more frail than he shouldhave been.More worthy of love than usual."Are you all right, little father?" said Remo."Yes.But I'm your friend Vassily Rabinowitz and you do whatever I say.""Good, Vassily.I'm glad to see you again.For a moment I thought you wereChiun.""You're going to kill Chiun.He's no good."Remo was nodding yes, when he thought of Chiun.All the being that was hissaid kill Chiun.Everything said kill Chiun.All breathing said kill Chiun.Hewould kill Chiun, except there was a thing coming up in his throat, and it wassomething far off in the cosmos that he was a part of.It required the answer"No." And the answer "No" came out of his mouth.No was the answer to that."I've got to have your total loyalty.You cannot resist.There is nothing leftin you to resist," came the words, and even Remo's blood cried out: KillChiun.Remo threw himself onto the floor and fought his blood.He fought his bloodand his being and his knowledge and everything he felt and saw and understood.His hands and his heart would not lift against his little father, Master ofSinanju.If they reached for Chiun, Remo would crush them.If his legs carriedhim to Chiun, Remo would break them, and far off in a place without light, butof all light, Remo heard the word he needed to hear.It was the great answerto the greatest of all questions.And the answer was "Yes." The Hebrews heard it in the words of Mount Sinaiwhich said: "I Am Who Is." And the Christians heard it on the third day, whenthe answer for all eternity was a yes to life.Page 113 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Yes," was the answer to all that was.All that was good was yes.All beingwas the great yes of the universe.And Remo saw the Great Wang laughing athim, and in the cleanest strokes of the history of Sinanju, Remo did as hislittle father taught him, bringing the blow from the very breathing itself,and severed the head of the Great Wang laughing at him.When Vassily Rabinowitz' head rolled on the ballroom floor people screamed inhorror.Remo's eyes cleared.His body ached where he had hurled it down,shattering parquet flooring into splinters.He had performed a perfect blow.There was not a drop of blood on his hand.Ithad been in and out of Rabinowitz' vertebrae at the precise speed to severwith both heat and force.In fact, it was only now that the heart muscle ofthe headless corpse on the floor finished its last pumping action, creating adark red pool where the head containing the sad brown eyes had been."Who are you?" asked a stunned broadcaster.Remo didn't answer questions.He went upstairs and following wire circuitry toits source found Smith behind a computer terminal.Smith was tired and confused."Remo.Where are we?""Fifth Avenue.Rabinowitz' duplex.""Strange.Last thing I remember is preparing to kill him.What's this on thecomputer screen?" Smith shook his head."Oh no.Have they gone off yet?""Have what gone off?" asked Remo."You would have known if they did.I hot-wired our whole nuclear-defenseestablishment.Has the President been here?""No.I turned him back," said Remo."Good.I see.Yes.Right.Let me close this down before we all go up.Where'sRabinowitz?""Part of him is in the ballroom and another part, I think, has rolled intoanother room.I'm not sure.""Thank you.We needed you and you did your job.You can go now, Remo.""Here's as good as anywhere," said Remo."I'm an American.I believe in thiscountry.""You mean you've veered away from Sinanju philosophy?""No.It is Sinanju philosophy.Here is good.I'm here.Yes.I'll stay.""Did Rabinowitz find out about CURE?""You not only told him about it, you put it at his service."Smith groaned."Anyone else?" he asked."There's a Russian lady who knows.""She's got to go.""I think she's a good person.""I'm not judging anyone.I'm trying to save the country.""I don't think there'll be any harm to her knowing.Talk to her.""Is she good-looking?""She's stunning, Smitty.""I thought so," said Smith suspiciously."She's got brains.""Even more reason to terminate her.""Talk to her."Anna Chutesov was still cradling Chiun's head in her hands when Remo helpedthem both out of the elevator, carrying Chiun in his arms.He hated himself for the blow he had delivered to Chiun, and yet if he hadnot, he would have been in pieces like Rabinowitz."Remo says I should talk to you," said Smith to Anna."I'm afraid youunderstand why we must terminate you.You know about us.""Typical stupid male response.If you don't know what to do, kill.Gorilla.""We can't be compromised," said Smith."Why would I want to compromise you?""To take over our country.Weaken America [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]