Выходя из магазина, увидел себя в зеркальной двери. Пузатый, в шортах и линялой футболке, на ногах шлепки.
Абсорбция успешно завершена...
"Sam," Bittering said. "Your eyes -"
"What about them, Harry?"
"Didn't they used to be grey?"
"Well, now, I don't remember."
"They were, weren't they?"
"Why do you ask, Harry?"
"Because now they're kind of yellow-coloured."
"Is that so, Harry?" Sam said, casually.
"And you're taller and thinner -"
"You might be right, Harry."
"Sam, you shouldn't have yellow eyes."
"Harry, what colour eyes have you got?" Sam said.
"My eyes? They're blue, of course."
"Here you are, Harry." Sam handed him a pocket mirror. "Take a look at yourself."
Mr.Bittering hesitated, and then raised the mirror to his face.
There were little, very dim flecks of new gold captured in the blue of his eyes.
"Now look what you've done," said Sam, a moment later. "You've broken my mirror." (C)
