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〃Lazarus； you sound as if you had great experience in this art。〃
〃Now； Ira…a little respect； please。 I have never swindled a man。 At most I kept quiet and let him swindle himself。 This does no harm； as a fool cannot be protected from his folly。 If you attempt to do so； you will not only arouse his animosity but also you will be attempting to deprive him of whatever benefit he is capable of deriving fro？ experience。 Never attempt to teach a pig to sing； it wastes your time and annoys the pig。 …
〃But I do know a lot about； swindles。 I think that every major variation of every possible swindle has been tried on me； one time and another。
〃Some of them worked； back when I was very young； Then I took Grampaw Johnson's advice and quit looking for the best of it； thereafter I could no longer be swindled。 But I was not capable of benefiting from Gramp's advice until I was burned a few times。 Ira； it's getting late。〃
The Chairman Pro Tern promptly stood up。 〃So it is； sir。 May I ask two questions before I leave？ Not for your memoirs； procedural questions only。〃
〃Make it short and snappy。〃
〃You'll have your termination…option switch tomorrow morning。 But you spoke of not feeling well； and there is no need for that even if you choose to terminate in the near future。 Shall we resume the rejuvenatipn procedures？〃
〃Hmmm。 Second question？〃
〃~I promised to do my best to find something brana…new to interest you。 I promised also to spend every day here with you。 I see conflict。〃
Lazarus grinned。 〃Don't kid your old Grampaw； Son； you'll delegate that research。〃
〃Certainly。 But I must plan how to start it； then review progress at intervals； and suggest new avenues to explore。〃
〃Mmm 。 … if I consent to the full course； I'll be out of circulation a day or two every now and then。〃
〃I believe current practice calls for one day of deep rest approximately each week； varied to suit the client's condition。 My own experience is about a hundred years back； I understand there have been improvements。 You've decided to take it； sir？〃 …
〃I'll tell you tomorrow…after that switch is installed。 …Ira； I don't make； decisions in haste that don't call for haste。 But i；f I consent； you'll have free time to use as you see fit。 G'night； Ira。〃
〃Good night； Lazarus。 I hope you decide to accept it。〃 Weatheral turned toward the door； stopped halfway there； and spoke to the technicians…who left the room at once。 The dining table scurried after them。 Once the door had shut down Weatheral turned and faced Lazarus Long。 〃Grandfather；〃 he said softly； his voice somewhat choked。 〃Uh…may I？〃
Lazarus had let his chair sink back into a reclining couch that held him； hammocklike； as tenderly as a mother's arms。 At the younger man's words he raised his head。 〃Huh？ What？ Oh！ All right； all right； e here…Grandson。〃 He reached out one arm to Weatheral。
The Chairman Pro Tern hurried to him； took Lazarus' hand； dropped to his knees and kissed it。
Lazarus snatched his hand back。 〃For Pete's sake！ Don't kneel to me…don't ever do that。 If you want to be my grandson； treat me as such。 Not that way。〃
〃Yes； Grandfather。〃 Weatheral got to his feet； leaned over the old man； and kissed his mouth。
Lazarus patted his cheek。 〃You're a sentimentalist； Grandson。 But a good boy。 Trouble is； there never has been much demand for good boys。 Now get that solemn expression off your face and go home and get a good night's rest。〃
〃Yes； Grandfather。 I will。 Good night。〃
〃Good night。 Now beat it。〃
Weatheral left quickly。 The technicians jumped aside as he came out； then went back into the suite。 Weatheral continued on； ignoring people around him bu； with a softer； gentler expression on his face than was his wont。 He went past a bank of transports to the Director's private transport； it opened to his voice； then conveyed him quickly into the bowels of the city and directly to the Executive Palace。
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Lazarus looked up as 'his attendants came back in； be motioned the taller one to him。 The technician's voice； filtered and distorted by the helmet； said carefully； 〃Bed 。 。 。 sir？〃
〃No； I want…〃 Lazarus paused； then spoke to the air。 〃puter？ Can you speak？ If not； print it out。〃
〃I hear you； Senior；〃 a mellifluous； contralto voice answered。 〃Tell this nurse that I want whatever they are allowed to give me for pain。 I have work to do。〃 …
〃Yes； Senior。〃 The disembodied voice shifted to Lingua Galacta； was answered in kind； then went on： 〃Master Chief Tech？ician on duty wishes to know the nature and location of your pain； and adds that you should not work tonight。〃
Lazarus kept silent while he counted ten chimpanzees in his mind。 Then he said softly； 〃Damn it； I hurt everywhere。 And I don't want advice from a child。 I have loose ends to tidy up before I sleep 。 。 because one never knows that one will wake up again。 Forget the painkiller； it ain't all that important。 Tell 'em to get out and stay out。〃
Lazarus tried to ignore the ensuing exchange； as it annoyed him that he … almost…not…quite understood it。 He opened the envelope Ira Weatheral had returned to him； then opened out his will…a long bellows…fold of puter printout…and started reading it while whistling off key。
〃Senior； Master Chief technician on duty states that you have given a null order； which is a true statement by the Clinic's regulations。 A general analgesic is forthing。〃
〃Forget it。〃 Lazarus went on reading； and shifted to singing softly the tune he had been whistling： …
〃There's a pawnshop
On the corner …
Where I usually keep my overcoat。
〃There's a bookie
Behind the pawnshop
Who handles my investments〃 *
The taller technician appeared at his elbow； carrying a shiny disk with attached tubing。 〃For … 。 pain。〃
Lazarus made a brush…off gesture with his free hand。 〃Go 'way； I'm busy。〃
* This doggerel is attributed to the twentieth century。 See appendix for semantic analysis。
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…The shorter teeheician appeared on his other side。 Lazarus looked that way and said； 〃What do you want？〃 …
As he turned his head the taller technician moved quickly； Lazarus felt a sting in his forearm。 He rubbed the spot and said； 〃Why； you rapscallion。 Foxed me； didn't。you？ All right； beat it。 Raus。 Scat！'。' He dismissed the incident from his mind and returned to work。 A moment later he said：
…〃puter！〃
〃Awaiting your orders； Senior。〃
第6节
〃Record this …for printout。 I； Lazarus Long； sometimes known as the Senior and listed in the Howard Families' Genealogies as Woodrow Wilson Smith； born 1912； do declare this to be my last will and testament… puter； go back through my talk with Ira and dig out what I said I wanted to do to help him lead a migration…got it？〃
〃Retrieved； Senior。〃…
〃Fix up the language and tack it onto my opening statement。