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Emil Hakl A True Story
Ukázka z románu / An extract from a novel
Nazítří večer opatrné klepání na dveře. Za nimi Evžen, v patách za ním vysoký vlasatý čahoun, bradatý vytřeštěnec jakýsi. „Kolega – virolog,“ představuje ho Evžen, plazí jazyk, dělá dementa, což je u něj znak rozpaků. „Mohli bysme si u tebe něco poslechnout?“ ptá se virolog. „Proč ne.“ Sedají k monitoru. Žádné jak se máš, co novýho. Přímo k věci. Klik, klik. Obrazovku vyplní chorobně zmalovaná diva. Tóny, jež vydává, jsou těžko k popsání. „To je bruska, ne hlasivky,“ libuje si Evženův kolega. „Jo! A to jsem taky nevěděl – v roce devadesát sedum pojmenovali paleontologové Adrian a Edgecombe skupinu vy62
The next day a cautious knocking at the door. Beyond the door Evžen, and right behind him a hairy, beardy, wide-eyed beanpole of a bloke. “A colleague of mine. A virologist,” Evžen introduces him. His tongue is sticking out; he acts the idiot when he feels uncomfortable. “Mind if we come in and listen to something?” the virologist asks. “I suppose not.” He sits down in front of the monitor. No how’s it going, what’s new with you. Straight to the point. Click click. The screen is filled with a diva with sickeningly heavy makeup. The sounds she’s making are difficult to describe. “That’s a grinder, not vocal cords,” says Evžen’s colleague with satisfaction. “Yes! And here’s something else I didn’t know – in ninety-seven the palaeontologists Adrian and Edgecombe named some extinct species of trilobites after members of a band: Arcticalymene rotteni, A. viciousi, A. matlocki and A. cooki.” “I know nothing about that. I don’t follow that kind of thing,” Evžen shoots back. “Last night I watched Darbuyan and Panderhola. Always cracks me up. That’s the kind of braindead duck’s udder I am.” “Come off it! That’s one of his best. A real classic.” “I watched it mainly to kill time. But I picked up on one thing: Panderhola is ginger, the evil groatsman is ginger, and the stammering doctor – who only turns out for cash in hand – is gingerish as well. All the negative types are red-haired. Why’s that, do you think?” “Makes sense. Higher-ranked families often intermarried over two or three hundred years, to keep all their property together. It started in the provinces. Then the younger ones ran off to town and straight away made their homes there. That’s why things here are as they are. Almost all of us have an unhappy gene or two.” After this they sit in silence gazing at Diamanda, as the creature is known. God knows what they’re up to. They’ve known each other since school, hung out together as kids. What connects this