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lamp, her face had a beautiful amber glow and her supple figure and her smile gave the impression that one of the stone dancers had stepped off the temple wall under cover of darkness and come all the way to his room. She looked at him without saying anything and he felt a bit uneasy.
He opened the envelope. As he had suspected, it was a letter from Professor Cormorant.
Dear friend,
I left another message for you in the temple, which I trust you found, warning you that everything you do is being watched, including any emails you send from anywhere. That is why I have chosen a charming messenger, the gentle Vayla, to deliver this letter to you, in the certainty that, like Caesar’s wife, she would never be suspected.
My dear friend, you are now going to be part of my experiment, assuming you have the courage. If you take part, you will be contributing not only to a major scientific advance, but to the beginning of a revolution in the history of humanity, which will transform our customs, culture, art and most probably our economy too. Imagine how different the world would be if we could harness the power of love!
But let’s not get carried away; this is only a preliminary stage and I myself am still fumbling about, if you’ll pardon the expression.
I have entrusted the charming Vayla with two small phials containing a solution of two different drugs. I invite you both to go somewhere quiet and take them together. You have nothing to fear. I carried out the experiment on myself and as you can see from the tone of this letter I am still in full possession of my faculties. Only, in order to convince my dear Not, who was not entirely persuaded by the methods of Western science, we took my potion at sunrise in the ruins of the temple of love you visited. We spent several very peaceful, and at the same time very intense, hours there, which she enjoyed, and although my poor knowledge of Khmer and her ignorance of English limited our verbal communication, it fortunately left room for other types of communication and an emotional intimacy to which a common language can so often be an impediment.
In order that you do not suffer the side effects which I noticed — and which that prude of a hotel manager probably described to you – I have changed the proportions in the solution: less sexual desire, more emotion and empathy. Also, should you wish to avoid developing an inconvenient attachment to the lovely Vayla, I have developed a third drug designed to wipe out all emotional traces of the experiment. I was able to produce it in tablet form. If you decide to take it, I naturally recommend you give half to your partner, so that she won’t be left pining for evermore after your departure. As for me, I haven’t taken the antidote, because I say to myself that, at my age, my lovely, gentle companion is undoubtedly the best thing I could hope for in life. And what of conversation? you will ask. I am no longer interested in conversing, except with a handful of my colleagues and with you. And so . . .
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse, Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
Well, dear friend, I imagine you reading this letter, while at your feet the lovely Vayla awaits your decision, ready to obey and to please you. Frankly, the stories her friend must have told her about her experiences with me will already have enticed her, not to mention your own personal charm, which I do not underestimate.
You will easily find the clue to my next destination and our next possible meeting place – you just have to be able to read!
Best wishes,
Chester G. Cormorant
Hector folded the letter and found Vayla gazing up at him, and he saw in her eyes a look of expectation and trust that he had rarely seen in a human being. Still sitting cross-legged, she was holding in her palm two small cylindrical phials, each about the size of a pen top.
Hector was in torment. He felt a bit
He opened the envelope. As he had suspected, it was a letter from Professor Cormorant.
Dear friend,
I left another message for you in the temple, which I trust you found, warning you that everything you do is being watched, including any emails you send from anywhere. That is why I have chosen a charming messenger, the gentle Vayla, to deliver this letter to you, in the certainty that, like Caesar’s wife, she would never be suspected.
My dear friend, you are now going to be part of my experiment, assuming you have the courage. If you take part, you will be contributing not only to a major scientific advance, but to the beginning of a revolution in the history of humanity, which will transform our customs, culture, art and most probably our economy too. Imagine how different the world would be if we could harness the power of love!
But let’s not get carried away; this is only a preliminary stage and I myself am still fumbling about, if you’ll pardon the expression.
I have entrusted the charming Vayla with two small phials containing a solution of two different drugs. I invite you both to go somewhere quiet and take them together. You have nothing to fear. I carried out the experiment on myself and as you can see from the tone of this letter I am still in full possession of my faculties. Only, in order to convince my dear Not, who was not entirely persuaded by the methods of Western science, we took my potion at sunrise in the ruins of the temple of love you visited. We spent several very peaceful, and at the same time very intense, hours there, which she enjoyed, and although my poor knowledge of Khmer and her ignorance of English limited our verbal communication, it fortunately left room for other types of communication and an emotional intimacy to which a common language can so often be an impediment.
In order that you do not suffer the side effects which I noticed — and which that prude of a hotel manager probably described to you – I have changed the proportions in the solution: less sexual desire, more emotion and empathy. Also, should you wish to avoid developing an inconvenient attachment to the lovely Vayla, I have developed a third drug designed to wipe out all emotional traces of the experiment. I was able to produce it in tablet form. If you decide to take it, I naturally recommend you give half to your partner, so that she won’t be left pining for evermore after your departure. As for me, I haven’t taken the antidote, because I say to myself that, at my age, my lovely, gentle companion is undoubtedly the best thing I could hope for in life. And what of conversation? you will ask. I am no longer interested in conversing, except with a handful of my colleagues and with you. And so . . .
Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse, Thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, With one chain of thy neck.
Well, dear friend, I imagine you reading this letter, while at your feet the lovely Vayla awaits your decision, ready to obey and to please you. Frankly, the stories her friend must have told her about her experiences with me will already have enticed her, not to mention your own personal charm, which I do not underestimate.
You will easily find the clue to my next destination and our next possible meeting place – you just have to be able to read!
Best wishes,
Chester G. Cormorant
Hector folded the letter and found Vayla gazing up at him, and he saw in her eyes a look of expectation and trust that he had rarely seen in a human being. Still sitting cross-legged, she was holding in her palm two small cylindrical phials, each about the size of a pen top.
Hector was in torment. He felt a bit
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