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Lethe, whole no. 5, January 1947
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REQUIESCANT [wizard in front of a tree with "X.v.RR E.BL" on it, gravestone behind with "EBL" on it] "I can scarcely remember how how I came to that little town," said the man with the mask. At least Martin thought it was a mask; it might have been merely the shadow cast by the grotesque hat. Martin could not be sure. He sympathized with the stranger's vague memory, since he himself was exerting his best efforts to remember how he had happened into this bar. The man continued. "Nor am I sure what impulse prompted me to explore the outskirts of the village that evening, unless it was a natural desire to avoid its inhabitants, who seemed...." But Martin's attention was distracted from the doubtless effective description of those inhabitants by the realization that the bourbon was much stronger than he had supposed. Out of spite he took another gulp. "Before I continue," the man was saying when Martin's attention returned to him, "I had best give you my card. My name is a peculiar one, and you must know it to appreciate fully my story." Martin looked circularly at the cards which were wandering among his various right hands and finally made out the name, Xavier van Ruysdael Ritter. He realized more than ever the strength of the bourbon. page two
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REQUIESCANT [wizard in front of a tree with "X.v.RR E.BL" on it, gravestone behind with "EBL" on it] "I can scarcely remember how how I came to that little town," said the man with the mask. At least Martin thought it was a mask; it might have been merely the shadow cast by the grotesque hat. Martin could not be sure. He sympathized with the stranger's vague memory, since he himself was exerting his best efforts to remember how he had happened into this bar. The man continued. "Nor am I sure what impulse prompted me to explore the outskirts of the village that evening, unless it was a natural desire to avoid its inhabitants, who seemed...." But Martin's attention was distracted from the doubtless effective description of those inhabitants by the realization that the bourbon was much stronger than he had supposed. Out of spite he took another gulp. "Before I continue," the man was saying when Martin's attention returned to him, "I had best give you my card. My name is a peculiar one, and you must know it to appreciate fully my story." Martin looked circularly at the cards which were wandering among his various right hands and finally made out the name, Xavier van Ruysdael Ritter. He realized more than ever the strength of the bourbon. page two
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