Post by Optimism is my Phil-osophy on Dec 16, 2019 20:05:17 GMT -5
Chapter 6 - The Mallahan Schism
There are secrets that change your life forever. A few years ago I discovered one of these secrets in a hotel room in Rome. Thanks to what I heard that night from a boy named Zayden Snicket, I immediately stopped communicating with Dr. Handler, interrupted the writing of this brochure, and married a man much older than me. I had a brief but lovely marriage to Count Kornbluth. I became known as Condensa Kornbluth, but I never got used to that title. Before we got married, my husband had told me, "Apparently it's a tradition for Mallahan women to keep their maiden names after marriage, so I won't be the first to ask that to change." I am so grateful that he accepted my request.
A few weeks before he died, my notorious husband made me three requests. The first was "I want you to take me to ride a lion for the last time." The second request was something he made me promise not to tell the general public, but it has to do with an intricate plan of revenge against Dr. Handler. And the third request was "I want you to use part of the inheritance you will receive to fund the completion of the Mallahan Brochure." I feel very sorry for my beloved and deceased husband. If he knew about my intentions, he never wasted two of the three requests on things I was already determined to do using all my available sweat and financial resources.
I got 2/3 of my husband's inheritance, and our adopted daughter, Beatrice, got 1/6 of his inheritance. We had to adopt her because he could no longer have children when we got married, and he really wanted to relive the experience of having a girl close to adolescence at home. Next year áshe can enjoy her inheritance as she wishes. For now, Beatrice is working voluntarily with me on writing the Mallahan Brochure. Count Kornbluth also had a biological daughter from his first marriage (Lisa), but her whereabouts are unknown. But I am sure she will soon appear to claim the part of the inheritance that belongs to her. And when that happens, I'll be ready for her.
So I began preparations to restart my research on the history of VFD. During the past 5 years, during the brief periods when I was not taking care of my family's needs, I sought information about past big fires.
The Most Marvelous Method (I can say I'm happy to be an individual practitioner) indicates that there will be records of VFD actions in the vicinity of major fires. Unfortunately I cannot communicate with the many archeology groups around the world without this leading me to risk my life or risk the life of my adopted daughter or risk compromising a beautiful plan in progress. That's why I invited Zayden Snicket to join our group.
He became a handsome, intelligent and handsome young man of 18 years. He specializes in disguises and he is also an animal behaviorist. He said "I don't want to participate in anything that exposes my name or my work to the general public, as it could endanger me or disrupt an intricate revenge plan." But I promised him that I would not publish the brochure until our goals were definitely finalized, and if you are reading this it is because I was able to fulfill everything I intended or broke my promise with Zayden Snicket.
I decided to research one of the biggest fires I've ever heard of: The eruption of Mount Vesuvius in Naples that hit the Pompeii district. Beatrice suggested that she go to Naples disguised as Snicket's girlfriend. I hated the idea and suggested that I go disguised as Snicket's girlfriend and she was disguised as my older sister. Snicket on the other hand said, "I believe we had better go separately to Naples so we can cover more research sites in a single day. And it will get harder be recognized in our disguises." I'm grateful to have him on the team, even though he's 9 years younger than me, he seems to have received unusual training.
Snicket painted Beatrice's face white, and handed her a black and white outfit. She went by bus to Pompeii Archaeological Park disguised as mime. I went to Neapolitan University by train and Snicket To the Neapolitan Library by taxi. On the train, I realized that it would have been better to have gone by taxi. I listened to the conversations of people sharing a small passenger compartment with me. "I'm afraid to go to Naples, but I have to go because of my work," one of them said. I thought the passenger was afraid of the volcano there, but his colleague replied, "Just don't get involved with the Camorra." I was already talking about that secret organization. They were known to be cruel, and to seize deep through illegal practices and violence (they are the Mafia). "But there's Camorra headquarters. How will I know if I'm involved with Camorra or not?" They looked at me silently. I realized that it had been a dangerous idea to wear a black suit and sunglasses on public transport.
When I arrived at university, I introduced myself as Violetta Coppola, a researcher at the University of Rome who needed help finding handwritten information about the eruption of Vesuvius, the volcano that destroyed the Roman city of Pompeii. Luckily, Snicket had made a card with my name very convincing, and a few hours later I was in the university library studying the writings of Pliny the Younger. At first I did not understand this title. I wondered "Younger than who?" The librarian named Yuiop explained to me that there was a man older than this Pliny. Coincidentally his name was also Pliny. The older Pliny was tutor to the younger Pliny. Yuiop gave me some privacy, and brought me coffee to help keep me awake while reading the Latin writings. Apparently the two Pliny were involved in studying and trying to avoid the serious effects of the worst fire of all time, which was the Great Eruption of Vesuvius.
According to what I read about Pliny the elder, he was an officer of the Roman army. But he dropped his weapons after a trip to Africa. I can't say for sure, but apparently he must have passed through Alexandria where he might have come in direct contact with AS. He returned to Italy with a completely different attitude, and devoted himself to studying law and the sciences of nature. I found in one of his writings the following: "It was a pleasant surprise to find a man from Alexandria who had noble ideas and a structured plan on how to avoid alarming uncontrolled combustions. " Thus, one of the heralds certainly met Pliny the Elder, and he was one of the first members of VFD in the Roman empire.
I didn't have time to do a thorough study there at the library, so I asked Yuiop to borrow those books. "Unfortunately I can't lend you, Dr. Coppola. But maybe I could lend to a certain Miss Mallahan." I shuddered to hear my name. I looked more closely at Yuiop, and then recognized those drawn eyes. I had to restrain myself from shouting with joy. "Mr. Editor! What are you doing here?" He explained to me that a certain Mr. Qwerty had made a great effort to find him in China. "He said people like me genuinely interested in history needed support and that other people falsely interested in history should pay for their crimes through an intricate revenge plan." Without further words, Mr. Editor lent me the publications I needed. I returned to the mansion by taxi. I read a lot of interesting things on the way back. Pliny the Elder died in 79 AD while he was studying the volcano and trying to save people. He also tried to avoid a major fire in Rome, which apparently Emperor Nero caused and blamed a group of religious pacifists. The younger Pliny, on the other hand, created a secret fire brigade, contrary to the orders of Emperor Trajan. I had certainly taken the VFD trail, and looked forward to coming home to study these writings with Beatrice. But unfortunately I didn't have enough time for that that night. Snicket came running to me as soon as I got home. He said:
"Maria ... The Camorra has captured Beatrice."
There are secrets that change your life forever. A few years ago I discovered one of these secrets in a hotel room in Rome. Thanks to what I heard that night from a boy named Zayden Snicket, I immediately stopped communicating with Dr. Handler, interrupted the writing of this brochure, and married a man much older than me. I had a brief but lovely marriage to Count Kornbluth. I became known as Condensa Kornbluth, but I never got used to that title. Before we got married, my husband had told me, "Apparently it's a tradition for Mallahan women to keep their maiden names after marriage, so I won't be the first to ask that to change." I am so grateful that he accepted my request.
A few weeks before he died, my notorious husband made me three requests. The first was "I want you to take me to ride a lion for the last time." The second request was something he made me promise not to tell the general public, but it has to do with an intricate plan of revenge against Dr. Handler. And the third request was "I want you to use part of the inheritance you will receive to fund the completion of the Mallahan Brochure." I feel very sorry for my beloved and deceased husband. If he knew about my intentions, he never wasted two of the three requests on things I was already determined to do using all my available sweat and financial resources.
I got 2/3 of my husband's inheritance, and our adopted daughter, Beatrice, got 1/6 of his inheritance. We had to adopt her because he could no longer have children when we got married, and he really wanted to relive the experience of having a girl close to adolescence at home. Next year áshe can enjoy her inheritance as she wishes. For now, Beatrice is working voluntarily with me on writing the Mallahan Brochure. Count Kornbluth also had a biological daughter from his first marriage (Lisa), but her whereabouts are unknown. But I am sure she will soon appear to claim the part of the inheritance that belongs to her. And when that happens, I'll be ready for her.
So I began preparations to restart my research on the history of VFD. During the past 5 years, during the brief periods when I was not taking care of my family's needs, I sought information about past big fires.
The Most Marvelous Method (I can say I'm happy to be an individual practitioner) indicates that there will be records of VFD actions in the vicinity of major fires. Unfortunately I cannot communicate with the many archeology groups around the world without this leading me to risk my life or risk the life of my adopted daughter or risk compromising a beautiful plan in progress. That's why I invited Zayden Snicket to join our group.
He became a handsome, intelligent and handsome young man of 18 years. He specializes in disguises and he is also an animal behaviorist. He said "I don't want to participate in anything that exposes my name or my work to the general public, as it could endanger me or disrupt an intricate revenge plan." But I promised him that I would not publish the brochure until our goals were definitely finalized, and if you are reading this it is because I was able to fulfill everything I intended or broke my promise with Zayden Snicket.
I decided to research one of the biggest fires I've ever heard of: The eruption of Mount Vesuvius in Naples that hit the Pompeii district. Beatrice suggested that she go to Naples disguised as Snicket's girlfriend. I hated the idea and suggested that I go disguised as Snicket's girlfriend and she was disguised as my older sister. Snicket on the other hand said, "I believe we had better go separately to Naples so we can cover more research sites in a single day. And it will get harder be recognized in our disguises." I'm grateful to have him on the team, even though he's 9 years younger than me, he seems to have received unusual training.
Snicket painted Beatrice's face white, and handed her a black and white outfit. She went by bus to Pompeii Archaeological Park disguised as mime. I went to Neapolitan University by train and Snicket To the Neapolitan Library by taxi. On the train, I realized that it would have been better to have gone by taxi. I listened to the conversations of people sharing a small passenger compartment with me. "I'm afraid to go to Naples, but I have to go because of my work," one of them said. I thought the passenger was afraid of the volcano there, but his colleague replied, "Just don't get involved with the Camorra." I was already talking about that secret organization. They were known to be cruel, and to seize deep through illegal practices and violence (they are the Mafia). "But there's Camorra headquarters. How will I know if I'm involved with Camorra or not?" They looked at me silently. I realized that it had been a dangerous idea to wear a black suit and sunglasses on public transport.
When I arrived at university, I introduced myself as Violetta Coppola, a researcher at the University of Rome who needed help finding handwritten information about the eruption of Vesuvius, the volcano that destroyed the Roman city of Pompeii. Luckily, Snicket had made a card with my name very convincing, and a few hours later I was in the university library studying the writings of Pliny the Younger. At first I did not understand this title. I wondered "Younger than who?" The librarian named Yuiop explained to me that there was a man older than this Pliny. Coincidentally his name was also Pliny. The older Pliny was tutor to the younger Pliny. Yuiop gave me some privacy, and brought me coffee to help keep me awake while reading the Latin writings. Apparently the two Pliny were involved in studying and trying to avoid the serious effects of the worst fire of all time, which was the Great Eruption of Vesuvius.
According to what I read about Pliny the elder, he was an officer of the Roman army. But he dropped his weapons after a trip to Africa. I can't say for sure, but apparently he must have passed through Alexandria where he might have come in direct contact with AS. He returned to Italy with a completely different attitude, and devoted himself to studying law and the sciences of nature. I found in one of his writings the following: "It was a pleasant surprise to find a man from Alexandria who had noble ideas and a structured plan on how to avoid alarming uncontrolled combustions. " Thus, one of the heralds certainly met Pliny the Elder, and he was one of the first members of VFD in the Roman empire.
I didn't have time to do a thorough study there at the library, so I asked Yuiop to borrow those books. "Unfortunately I can't lend you, Dr. Coppola. But maybe I could lend to a certain Miss Mallahan." I shuddered to hear my name. I looked more closely at Yuiop, and then recognized those drawn eyes. I had to restrain myself from shouting with joy. "Mr. Editor! What are you doing here?" He explained to me that a certain Mr. Qwerty had made a great effort to find him in China. "He said people like me genuinely interested in history needed support and that other people falsely interested in history should pay for their crimes through an intricate revenge plan." Without further words, Mr. Editor lent me the publications I needed. I returned to the mansion by taxi. I read a lot of interesting things on the way back. Pliny the Elder died in 79 AD while he was studying the volcano and trying to save people. He also tried to avoid a major fire in Rome, which apparently Emperor Nero caused and blamed a group of religious pacifists. The younger Pliny, on the other hand, created a secret fire brigade, contrary to the orders of Emperor Trajan. I had certainly taken the VFD trail, and looked forward to coming home to study these writings with Beatrice. But unfortunately I didn't have enough time for that that night. Snicket came running to me as soon as I got home. He said:
"Maria ... The Camorra has captured Beatrice."