Order Of Knight's That Say NI!

NO wiec ja napisze cos o jednej z moich ulubionych ksiazek.
Autor : Neal Stephenson

Stresczenie: Grupa informatykow zajmuje sie tworzeniem "krypty" gigantycznej serverowni na malaej wyspie na pacyfiku. rownolegle do tego grupa matematykow w bletchej park probuje zlamac niemieckie szyfry. a na pacyfiku poewien marine spotyka Jaszczura. tak w skrocie. ksiazka jest kultowa

garsc cytatow , po angielsku jako ze ksiazka w oryginale imo jest lepsza ^^

Let's set the existence-of-God issue aside for a later volume, and just stipulate that in some way, self-replicating organisms came into existence on this planet and immediately began trying to get rid of each other, either by spamming their environments with rough copies of themselves, or by more direct means which hardly need to be belabored. Most of them failed, and their genetic legacy was erased from the universe forever, but a few found some way to survive and to propagate.


EXTREMELY SERIOUS WARNING
Unless you are as smart as Johann Karl Friedrich Gauss, savvy as a half-blind Calcutta bootblack, tough as General William Tecumseh Sherman, rich as the Queen of England, emotionally resilient as a Red Sox fan, and as generally able to take care of yourself as the average nuclear missile submarine commander, you should never have been allowed near this document. Please dispose of it as you would any piece of high-level radioactive waste and then arrange with a qualified surgeon to amputate your arms at the elbows and gouge your eyes from their sockets. This warning is necessary because once, a hundred years ago, a little old lady in Kentucky put a hundred dollars into a dry goods company which went belly-up and only returned her ninety-nine dollars. Ever since then the government has been on our asses. If you ignore this warning, read on at your peril — you are dead certain to lose everything you've got and live out your final decades beating back waves of termites in a Mississippi Delta leper colony.
Still reading? Great. Now that we've scared off the lightweights, let's get down to business.


Two large black Mercedes issue from the forest, like bad ideas emerging from the dim mind of a green lieutenant. ... Germans climb out and stand up.... Several are carrying those keen submachine guns that are the trade mark of German infantry, and the envy of Yanks and Tommies, who must go burdened with primeval hunting rifles.
This is the moment, then. Nazis are right over there and it is the job of Bobby Shaftoe, and to a lesser degree Enoch Root, to kill them all. Not just a job, but a moral requisite, because they are the living avatars of Satan, who publicly acknowledge being just as bad and vicious as they really are.