Чтобы совсем не голословно - взял сейчас с полки Неукротимую Планету Гаррисона и под одной 120-ваттной галогенной лампой ,типа flood light , с рук снял Sony Cybershot T700. В аттаче кому интересно. Условия специально плохие сделал, библиотечные. Камера на автомате, 100 ISO, 1/100 выдержка получилась, диафрагма 4 - тоесть света очень мало. Гарнитура не самая легкая - книжка 1968 года издания, буквы прыгают, клубный тираж в общем ;) Ошибки ищите, я не нашел:

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DEATHWORLD
he wanted nothing to do with either. He had to know a lot more before he became involved in any deals.
"Sorry, friend," Jason smiled. "But you have the wrong party. Like to oblige, but my gambling always seems to help the casinos more than myself. So you see. . ."
"Let's not play games with each other," Kerk broke in with a chesty rumble. "You're dinAlt and you're Bohel as well. If you want more names, I'll mention Mahaut's Planet, the Nebula Casino and plenty more. I have a proposition that will benefit both of us, and you had better listen to it,"
None of the names caused the slightest change in Jason's half-smile. But his body was tensely alert. This musclebound stranger knew things he had no right to know. It was time to change the subject
"That's quite a gun you have there," Jason said. "But guns make me nervous. I'd appreciate it if you took it off."
Kerk scowled down at the gun, as if he were seeing it for the first time. "No, I never take it off." He seemed mildly annoyed by the suggestion.
The testing period was over. Jason needed the upper hand if he was to get out of this one alive. As he leaned forward to put his drink on the table, his other hand fell naturally behind the pillow. He was touching the gun butt when he said, "I'm afraid I'll have to insist I always feel a little uncomfortable around people who are armed." He kept talking to distract attention while he pulled out his gun. Fast and smooth.
He could have been moving in slow motion for all the difference it made. Kerk Pyrrus stood dead still while the gun came out, while it swung in his direction. Not until the very last instant did he act When he did, the motion wasn't visible. First his gun was in the arm-holster—then it was aimed between Jason's eyes. It was an ugly, heavy weapon with a pitted front orifice that showed plenty of use.
Jason knew if he swung his own weapon up a fraction of an inch more he would be dead. He dropped his arm carefully, angry at himself for trying to substitute violence for thought. Kerk flipped his own gun back into the holster with the same ease he had drawn it.
"Enough of that now," Kerk said. "Let's get down to business."
Jason reached out and downed a large mouthful from his glass, bridling his temper. He was fast with a gun—his life had depended on it more than once—and this was the first time he had ever been outdrawn. It was the offhand, unimportant manner it had been done that irritated him.
"I'm not prepared to do business," he said acidly. "I've come to Cas-sylia for a vacation, get away from work."
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Да, важный момент еще: Finereader 9 не всегда правильно определяет DPI фотографий, а это ОЧЕНЬ важно. Он занижает DPI и от этого много ошибок. Достаточно для книги снять линейку, посчитать один раз и ввести в поле DPI полученное число.