Диоген, тебя в этих книжках непростительно мало! Алоизий, обращайся к брату почаще!

Diogenes did not look up from the book. "Motive? That's easy. He wanted to inflict the maximum amount of pain at the moment of your death. You have that effect on people."

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Diogenes broke into a peal of laughter, his pink boyish mouth thrown back and open, the laugh grotesquely adult. Pendergast waited for it to subside. Finally Diogenes stopped, smoothed his hair, and laid the book outside. "This is so rich. Like the coming in of a foul tide, those bad old Pendergastian genes are finally rising to the fore in you. You now have a crazy obsession of your very own. Congratulations and welcome to the family!"