From alt.pub.dragons-inn Tue May 30 08:57:58 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8465 Path: netcom.com!csus.edu!news.starnet.net!wupost!howland.reston.ans.net!news.sprintlink.net!simtel!harbinger.cc.monash.edu.au!newshost.anu.edu.au!NewsWatcher!user From: cam@rsc.anu.edu.au (Cameron Neylon) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: [Part] A night for ghosts Date: Sat, 27 May 1995 10:21:17 +1000 Organization: ANU Lines: 48 Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: 150.203.96.60 Have you ever noticed how good anniversaries are for ghosts? Always coming out on the anniversary of their murder, or the day their wife died or in this case just the anniversary of the beginning. Not, of course, the beginning of the world, or the beginning of life, or of anyhting else noticeable from the inside. But this creature was no longer on the inside. He could see through from the other side, the side from which it was clear that this was the anniversary of . . . well . . . the beginning. More as a cloud of dust, than anyhting else, perhaps a slight form in the winds, a small, hunched shape came through into the crowded room. No-one noticed him, but of course, he was not there to be noticed, just to watch and remember. Remember the joys of this city, the friends he had made. Perhaps also to remember the end, in that darkened hole in the ground, that had been here in this same city, except that it wasn't. Friends and strangers circled round the room, talking, laughing, drinking, singing. The way it always had been in this place. The amazing ability of these people to face, death, demons, both personal and real, the loss of friends and loved ones, yet to get on with their life and enjoy their being, and yet remember what they had lost. That was what was amazing about these people, and that those that created them could put so much of themselves into a creation that they could then set free. William got up to leave, he couldn't stay here long, but had a brief second thought. He removed a fist sized spherical stone, a circular slab of wood, and a small clay statue, half dragon, half woman, and left them in a neat almost reverent pile in the corner. He turned one last time to watch the milling crowd and then wasn't there. ----------- ADMIN: Yes beleive it or not I am still alive. It seemed vaguely appropriate to bring in a ghost, as I still haunt this group, reading what everyone else does with no time to write. The joys of a graduate student! Anyway if anyone to whom the pottery equipment means something wants to pick it up, they are more than welcome. catcha Cameron -- Cameron Neylon +61 6 251 1118 (Home) Research School of Chemistry +61 6 249 4181 (Lab) Australian National University or more likely cam@rsc.anu.edu.au