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May. 2nd, 2026 04:04 pmMeanwhile, I’m here, boat still high and dry, typing like a man resisting the urge to scream into the void.
At least next spring’s new marina launches on April 15. A radical concept: sailing in spring.
...The authors are taking a road trip across the US with a retired fellow named Mr. Adams and his wife Becky, who's actually the driver:
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Мы пили помидорный сок и кофе в толстых кружках, ели «гэм энд эгг» (яичницу с куском ветчины) в безлюдном и сонном в этот час маленьком кафе на Мейн-стрит и усаживались в машину. Мистер Адамс только и ждал этого момента. Он поворачивался к нам и начинал говорить. И говорил почти без перерыва весь день. Он, вероятно, согласился с нами ехать главным образом потому, что почувствовал в нас хороших слушателей и собеседников.
We would drink tomato juice and coffee from thick mugs, eat "ham and egg" in the empty (and sleepy at this early hour) small cafe on Main Street and get in the car. Mr. Adams has been waiting for his very moment. He would turn towards us and start talking. And he would keep talking, almost without stopping, the entire day long. Probably, he decided to ride with us mainly because he felt us to be good listeners and interlocutors.
Но вот что самое замечательное – его никак нельзя было назвать болтуном. Все, что он говорил, всегда было интересно и умно. За два месяца пути он ни разу не повторился. Он обладал точными знаниями почти во всех областях жизни. Инженер по специальности, он недавно ушел на покой и жил на маленький капитал, дававший скромные средства к жизни и независимость, которой он очень дорожил и без которой, очевидно, не мог бы просуществовать ни минуты.
But this is the most remarkable thing--one could not say he was a blabbermouth. Everything he said was interesting and intelligent. For the two months of our trip, he never repeated himself once. He possessed exact knowledge in almost all areas of life. An engineer by profession, he had recently retired and was living on the small capital, which yielded him a modest income and independence. This independence was very dear to him and he evidently couldn't have existed for even a minute without it.
Further on, as the corridor turns once more, is a locked door. This leads to the so-named inner garden, which is the palace courtyard. The garden may be entered only by invitation of the Chara or one of his council lords. It is intended as private place of restoration from the heavy duties of the Chara and the council lords.
The garden is a green area of grasses and hedges, in the Emorian fashion of gardens of pleasure. Towards the back of the garden is a small grove of trees. The tallest of these trees is father to the rest. Imported as a sapling from Koretia, it was replanted by the very hands of the Chara Peter.
Surrounding the garden are the four wings of the palace; this is the only place where all four wings can be seen at once. The garden is sunken to the original level of the hill, which causes the West Wing to loom above it. Only the remaining wings of the palace, though, are two-storeyed.
A break between the South Wing and the East Wing is gated and heavily guarded. It offers a splendid view of the black border mountains to the south.
[Translator's note: The protagonists of Blood Vow and Law of Vengeance keep bumping into each other in the inner garden, alas.]