"Dear Max,
I thought you might want it for your wall." |
William is a minor archaeologist at a minor dig in Asia Minor, or rather, what was once Asia Minor. The area now surrounds and includes modern-day Turkey.
"Absolute secrecy is essential! I realize all this may appear a bit theatrical to someone who scribbles for - oops, I almost said 'a living' - the stage; however, your personal impressions frankly don't interest me. I am your older brother and I expect you to do as I say. I do trust you, Max, even though we are often at odds and our goals in life are vastly dissimilar. While you write your little plays, which I suspect are performed by catatonic actors in front of bored audiences; I am gouging Chunks Of Knowledge From Time's Armour. I hope you will grant me this small distinction. I wonder, though. What's a worst-case scenario in your world? Leading lady got the flu? Opening night jitters? My Entire Life's Work will be destroyed if, through your usual carelessness, any of this information leaks out: that is the scenario I fear. If my discovery is made public, I will be placed under house-arrest and imprisoned by the current regime. You see, Maxwell, my fate is in your hands. So I beg of you. For once. Try not to screw everything up!
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Turkey. This word also describes my brother.
"Here is a picture of my workspace.
It is where I make my contribution
to the world. I wonder which local
tavern you're calling 'office'
these
days? Let me know. When I return
to the United States we'll do lunch."
It is 3am and I'm drunk. William phoned and we spent teh good part of an hour discusssng my shortcomings. And I'm thiNKing, 'Screw it, let's go to the rodeo.' |
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