The Hitchhiker was kneeling beside Rika, who was laying down on the cold concrete, blackened by the soot, and performing CPR at best he could, pressing heavily into the chest of the small girl. — Breathe, damn it! — he screamed.
“When you run with the Doctor, it feels like it will never end. But however hard you try, you can’t run for ever. Everybody knows that everybody dies, and nobody knows it like the Doctor. But I do think that all the skies of all the worlds might just turn dark, if he ever, for one moment accepts it. … Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair, and the Doctor comes to call… everybody lives.”
River Song
Abruptly, the space between the shelves turned from pitch black to a flood of searing white light. Dorothy turned to Michiko, — Is this… — she started asking, but was interrupted quickly, rudely and most importantly, massively.
Американе собрались сделать свой римейк Death Note.
Я вот одного не понимаю, чем их дубляж не устроил? Они что, думают что у них лучше выйдет? Мне очень сомнительно.
— I think it was just nice to disappear away from reality for once.
— Well, as long as you don’t lose track of yourself, it is.
— Hmmm. I agree, although I’m a prime victim for that sort of thing.
— You need to mark yourself with a red marker and keep a note of where you left yourself. :)
— Something like that, certainly.
Thainen kept talking about various theories explaining what’s really going on in The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, which prompted the emergence of this one as a long lecture with questions answered along the way and input incorporated into the concept, delivered at the wheel while driving around the city. Might as well write it down.
— Какой-то парень только что сказал мне какого цвета мои трусики. O_o
— И угадал?
— (шепотом) …НЕТ.
