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1、【英文读物】Get Out of Our Skies!Chapter 1On the first cloudy day in November, Tom Blacker, the shining light of Ostreich and Company, Public Relations Counsellors, placed a call to a shirtsleeved man on the rooftop of the Cannon Building in New York City.His message brought an immediate response from the
2、 waiting engineer, who flicked switches and twirled dials with expert motions, and brought into play the gigantic 50,000-watt projector installed on the peak.In his own office, Tom paced the floor in front of the three-window exposure, watching the heavens for the results.They werent long in coming.
3、The eyes came first. Eyes the size of Navy dirigibles, with pupils of deep cerulean blue, floating against the backdrop of the gray cumulus. The long lashes curled out almost a hundred feet from the lids. Then the rest of Monica Mitchells famous face appeared: the flowing yellow locks, the sensuousl
4、y curved lips, parted moistly from even white teeth. From chin to hairline, the projected image above the city was close to a thousand feet in diameter.Then, as if the floating countenance wasnt alarming enough, the ruby lips began to move. Monicas sweet-sultry voice, like the first drippings from a
5、 jar of honey, overcame the city sounds, and began crooning the syrupy strains of Love Me Alone. Which happened, by no coincidence, to be the title and theme song of Monicas newest epic.Monicas imageplastered across the heavensstoppedtraffic in all directions.It was a triumph. Tom knew it the moment
6、 he looked down at the crowded thoroughfare eighteen stories beneath the window. Traffic had come to a more than normal standstill. Drivers were leaving their autos, and hands were being upraised towards the gargantuan face on the clouds above.And of course, Toms phone rang.Ostreichs big scowling fa
7、ce was barely squeezed within the confines of the visiphone screen. He said nothing intelligible for two minutes.Relax, Chief, Tom said brightly. Ive been saving this as a surprise.Ostreichs reply was censorable.Now look, D. O. You gave me carte blanche with this Mitchell babe, remember? I figured w
8、e really needed a shot in the arm for this new picture of hers. The receipts on her last turkey couldnt pay her masseurs.Ostreich, who had built his firm by establishing golden public images for various industrialists and their enterprises, had anticipated trouble the moment he let the barrier down
9、to admit such unworthy clients as Monica Mitchell. But he had never anticipated that his ace publicist would display such carnival tactics in their promotion. He growled like a taunted leopard.This is a cheap trick, Tom! Do you hear me? Turn that thing off at once!Who, me? Tom said innocently. Gosh,
10、 D. O. Im no engineer. I left instructions with the operator to keep the projector going for three hours, until sunset. Dont think I can do anything about it now.Youll damn well have to do something about it! Youre ruining us!Look at it this way, Chief. What can we lose? If anybody takes offense, we
11、 can blame it on that Hollywood gang.Turn that damn thing off! If that blankety face isnt out of the sky in ten minutes, you can start emptying your desk!Tom was a redhead. He reached over and snapped the visiphone switch before his boss could have the satisfaction. He stomped to the window, still r
12、aging at Ostreichs lack of appreciation.But he chuckled when he saw the activity in the street. The crowds were thickening at the intersections, and a special battalion of city police were trying to keep things moving. Behind him, the visiphone was beeping frantically again.He waited a full minute b
13、efore answering, all set to snap at Ostreich once more.But it wasnt Ostreich. It was a square-faced man with beetling brows and a chin like the biting end of a steam shovel. It took Tom a while to recognize the face of Stinson, commissioner of police.Mr. Blacker?Yes, sir? Tom gulped.Mr. Ostreich ref
14、erred me to you. You responsible for that the commissioners voice was choked. that menace?Menace, sir?You know what Im talking about. Weve got half a dozen CAA complaints already. That things a menace to public safety, a hazard to air travelLook, Mr. Stinson. Its only a harmless publicity stunt.Harm
15、less? You got funny ideas, Mr. Blacker. Dont get the wrong idea about our city ordinances. We got statutes that cover this kind of thing. If you dont want to be a victim of one of them, turn that damned monstrosity off!The commissioners angry visage left a reverse shadow burned on the visiphone scre
16、en. It remained glowing there long after the contact was broken.Tom Blacker walked the carpeted floor of his office, chewing on his lower lip, and cursing the feeble imaginations of Ostreich and the rest of them. When his temper had cooled, he got sober thoughts of indictments, and law suits, and une
