Ausel (thoughtfully): it seems To me that mister Billendon was not mistaken: all
We here losers, I not an exception... But find udachnika, result it,
Peer into this mean unnatural being! Ask it, as it
Dares: after all and our world is not too successful, misters... Perhaps, us
Became it is too much, and? After all rabbits, excessively having bred, mrut from
Heart attack, lemmings run into madness, in weights burn in the sea, this rule
Should concern the person? I do not know. When us was less when us was
At all it is not enough, the person all the same was not able to live on this earth. Whether first-born
Sin, primary defect, whether defect of the genetic device - it too not
I know, but I see, it becomes impossible what to live, the life has become the continuous
Cataclysm. Since seventieth years we stay in despair, sometimes
It seemed - we have stopped recession, but it was only was on a place, mad
And convulsive, death dancing! No, misters, - so cannot proceed!
The unfortunate, tormented planet will not bear the torturers! Something
Happens! - it has taken a mouthful from a glass. Nobody has broken silence. Mr. Ausel
- Once I loved the work. At school I am strict, all ceases... But
They as I am afraid of them, these children, these new children would know! You also would know,
As they were changed! I wish them to rescue, but is powerless. They escape,
Strangers... Yes, it not our children, it... I do not know, misters that will be, but I think:
Either universal accident, or a mutation common to all mankind, other, my God,
Another's to all of us mankind. Intolerably. Awfully... Is has not prevented it
To take a new sip. - I not the reactionary, no!. If we are condemned on progress
- On such progress! - start up it to itself moves, but, misters, without me!