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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST

VIZ.

THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF





ABBA VITE answers to the names SOLZHENITSOF, EBU WELID also, and to Prof. Mesolzhenitsy, Prof. MES (Mustafa Erdoğan Surat), Doctor Solzhenitsof, and Dr. SOLZH , and Newest Work as that at the climax amongst the other books of his published by SMASHWORDS: EXPLORING RELIGION; DATING AND REGIME; JERUSALEM-The Eternal Capital City of the Sons of Israel; GREAT KOBANE; MODERN ODYSSEUS BRITISH FARMERS IN ZIMBABVE SMASHWORDS; PUBLIC COITUS; ABSURD DRAMA THE CORONA MASNAVI; THE BOOK OF SEA SI-SI; EGYPT; THE PHILIP'S NON-BOOK SMASHWORDS





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And Simon turned to the routine way of life he must have adopted already, and pondered on the pavement leading to the school. ‘Youth?’ he asked and someone listened to him hesitantly behind his body in school uniform and nearly to turn his back walking away, and then everyone fell silent in the street for everyone would happen to understand the meaning of Simon-the two hundred years old child-statement in the grammatical form of question that meant good while remarking that everyone’s aunt should live a kind of youth to reach several kind of feature to be described as to be briefed in a simple word, say haggard who couldn’t hear what one would say! According to the law of hyper old age one should know that there could be no way apt to give the chance of wandering in a certain time instead of using ordinary remembrance to remember from the general past of ours say the general hallucination destined to be unreal thoroughly. For example should the whole life of our aunts by side of mom trace back the various positions that full existing things in it have passed through in a whole life within one’s individual history, all pages of its ought to be changed, but in non-reverse order to that in which all positions actually occurred, then the universe, in this non-imaginary case, would still obey the same changing phases’ procedure all over the future including one’s flowing present time as an interval betwixt the past and the future. Testing the non-reversibility, one may remember the younger ages of that very aunt what we might call all old past days as occurred in a real earth on the contrary another real earth may, in which the existence belonging to everything at various moments of time wouldn’t be the same notion as in her two different real earths existing in one body as not same as each other. But Simon the little child soon pulled himself together and told himself, in a tone just muted enough to sound as if he were showing consideration for the mom’s counter consideration, but loud enough for him to hear what was said: ‘I’ll ask teacher about aging.’

‘Oh, so The Europe there used to be peace and constructive civilisation periods in this continent, and there wasn’t terror activity as they fed by hashish lord Hassan Sabah in Iran, was there? Both the peaceful and productive eras the main actors were very well equipped here instead of the industrial revolution wrecked people who had to migrate from the village or towns to the cosmopolitan bit cities to suffer especially from child hiring in mines.’ remarked the teacher and added as a detail that surprised me, but on the whole we had not to have experience that the greatest thing terrorizing the people, say migration even emigration. All sorts of terror should be accepted as a factor of splitting the time and personalities.’



TOME 2

Part III



After the end of his daily work Adela-The Simon’s elder sister-explored in a low degree panic that his cell phone was not in its proper place she used to install monitored as in mute mode. Then its ring apparently was closed even to the owners call so that there could be no way to make it to reply the stimulations to have been found by means of the sound within the mobile menu therewith she was familiar while she should hear and open the cell. Although she was a good believer, she couldn’t understand the reason of the Creator’s through which the most single but indispensable might be made lost. She was also too much obstinate when to have been obliged to look for the lost items so to carry on her finding mission if one might call such a deal twice as trivial as it should be then. Naturally soon after it turned out that her mobile telephone was installed in a file drawer almost right above his head, but tired as she was as the office secretaries should have been, she had failed to notice it not saying of the reality reminding her of the event linked to little loss of hers presently examined retelling her she should had not make any sheer request in order to gain The Saviour’s help for a cell phone to be found, then the best will in the world would be not failing to disturb Creator’s siesta designed with idiocy or maliciousness. Yes maliciousness that would permit at times even most pious Muslim terrorists to commit with incest problems induced sexual intercourse, and she remembered at that very moment the permittance declared by The Turkish Caliphate recently: Response to our 'sister-in-law's fatwa' news from Diyanet - Cumhuriyet ...Cumhuriyet Haber Verir - Güncel Son Dakika Haberleri › Political News
5 days ago — The Presidency of Religious Affairs refrained from responding to the issue in a statement on our news about the sister-in-law fatwa from the Diyanet, ... In the book "Fatwas" prepared by the High Council of Religious Affairs, the answer to the question "Will the wife of a person who commits adultery with his sister-in-law be void?" was answered, "Although adultery is a major sin, adultery by one of the spouses does not harm their marriage."
Cumhuriyet Haber Verir - Güncel Son Dakika Haberleri
It would be only the point at issue was whether Muslim terrorist’s religion would let them in incest cases, and she decided that it would. Apart from this in the case of her loosing mobile, however, there was no point in making out that she might be absent minded, so she turned over on her back again to the probability of maliciousness under the abstract definition defining the creator the Muslim terrorists should adore. She saw the officers and officials of the “criminal inspections department” whereat she has been working, clustering nervously together and conferring; well, loosing one’s cell phone of a inspection reporter was no small matter.



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Abba VITE’s

Liberalist Novel

THE WORST

VIZ.

THE BEST



Compiled by Prof. MESOLZHENITSY





ABBA VITE answers to the names SOLZHENITSOF, EBU WELID also, and to Prof. Mesolzhenitsy, Prof. MES (Mustafa Erdoğan Surat), Doctor Solzhenitsof, and Dr. SOLZH , and Newest Work as that at the climax amongst the other books of his published by SMASHWORDS: EXPLORING RELIGION; DATING AND REGIME; JERUSALEM-The Eternal Capital City of the Sons of Israel; GREAT KOBANE; MODERN ODYSSEUS BRITISH FARMERS IN ZIMBABVE SMASHWORDS; PUBLIC COITUS; ABSURD DRAMA THE CORONA MASNAVI; THE BOOK OF SEA SI-SI; EGYPT; THE PHILIP'S NON-BOOK SMASHWORDS





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CONTENTS







TOME 1



Part I



INTRODUCTION



Part II



Episodes thereof love, life and the like



Part III



Science is not nuisance but inutile



Part IV



Humanly interactions carry on with…



Part V



The book begins!



Part VI



Exceptions





















TOME 2



Part 1



Behavioural Aspects of Islamic Terror in Paris Bomb





Part II



Normalization modelling after The War of Civilization

(Won’t we be in need of non-civilized people tampered?)



Part III



Wedding



Part IV



The New Caliph’s Personality Disorders against the NATO Countries



Part V



Under the influence of the First Pioneers of Scientific Morality



Part VI



Expectations







Tome 2

PART VII





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TOME 1

Part I



All kind of episodes that could be obtained from this masterpiece of Abba VITE should be perceived under the light of a great event as could be scrutinized below:



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From the other side following French Teacher’s (HIS NAME-THAT IS TO BE REMEMBERED FOR AGES- IS SAMUEL PATY) yes, his beheading, Jewish Groups should join rally against extremism! What? Extremism, huh? While secular Arab intellectuals would say that unique extremism could be nothing but Islam. See please, try and see the weakness of civilization before Islam: Thousands gather across France in memory of Samuel PATY who was decapitated weeks after showing caricatures of great Islamic figures to his students. OKAY? THEN LET’S CARRY ON WITH HAVING MORE WRITINGS TO BE READ!

Some people like to speak or write within the atman boundaries of tepid human vernaculars' motto "worst or best", -to some extent-darkened or enlightened concoctions because they think it's humanitarian to say something like "I think it's jet black or it's milky white. as one might see!" (Methinks they should at least try to get the unseen conclusions of those opposing colours' successive phases while they couldn't protect having been in flying colours to the end. So, we should spot all the errors in the above point namely "beyond the bipolarity the multi-polar depressions" eh?) This masterpiece of Abba VITE is to help you get the fitting-if not right-when one decides to get biased-no matter negatively or positively-with one' life approach.

The question, of course, then comes up of just which era of a mixture concocted by means of conception based on GOOD and BAD capturing from behind the curtain of the life one should be emulating. Sensations are in a state of constant change; for instance, the pre-"Jesus Christ Time" of The Europe in AD three hundred years looks completely familiar to modern Europeans from Americans to The French from Russian to Germans, and highly likely our descendants in the year 3000s will think the same of the duality of worse and better as we used to use now. So that usually what people mean by "Romans' surrendering to Christianity" is the victorious love gaining times of all Europe or rather the homeland of all the Caesars that had been ruled by The Roman Empire as it might be appreciated in the case of Vietnam War that would have eased the collapse of the enemy of the American Looser viz. communism-the base of the victorious Vietnam against The USA's capitalism and in that of Afghan War after which Islamic terror declared its state open to be accepted as being in charge of everything-from the point of human rights in its country as it should be in the anti-terrorist soil of The American. around AD one and the half millennium, when the language was transitioning from "Archaic Tongue" to "Standard Language consisting even the queerest vernaculars", so that it used to be used what has been used here.

Essentially if one would go much earlier to differ the best from the worst, one will really confuse people with things like "good" in place of "bad", "hit" in place of "the tepid!" As an aside one briefly ought to narrate that good and bad which are something that cannot be purified over the production processes for, they are very keen-through their deep molecular construction-in feeding their common talent to turn into the last zest of all mouths: tastelessness! One ought also to catch on the ultimate meaning of the international life shared by plants, fungi, every kind of bacterium-hippopotamuses and other non-monkey animals, humans and the like. As for untraditional death forms even in the form of those to be tasted after suicide attacks that would focus on an Islamic phenomenon by definition regarding to Jihad, it cannot be ignored that the lion's share of terrorist acts and the most devastating of them in recent years have been perpetrated in the name of Islam viz. The Good vs. The Modern Civilization, namely The Bad.

Cordially methinks that the abovementioned facts might spark a big fundamental debate both in the Europeans and within the Islamic Terrorists' world regarding the link between their acts and the teachings of humanism, and most optimist and pessimist analysts would be hesitant to identify such acts within the conception saying VOX POPULI VOX DEI who are at the side of GOOD only in their teachings of all the world's great religions and prefer to view the WORST as a way of BEST as a perversion of a religion that should be essentially peace-loving and tolerant. Then let us to have reiterated time and again that the war against terrorism has nothing to do with GOOD while fighting BAD for both the Vietnam and Afghan wars were against the EVIL linked to the both.

By using these levers and appealing to deeply ingrained religious beliefs, the radical leaders succeed in motivating the sheer Islamist terrorist, a certain

ABDELHAMID A. attacking the innocent Paris people-November 2015-, creating for him a social environment thereby provides approbation and a religious environment that provides moral and legal sanction for his action. Inasmuch as a Hebrew child-called Simon-abiding-to the highest probability-in the same district cried, “Even not inhumanly! Only nonsense!” So, the exclamation came-at last-sharply from a little member of the Paris citizens group; and a reply echoed “Hey kid, it’s far too murky to catch on your hertz around. You must have heard the whining wind of the fear on Islamic State-IS!” For misty attacks of antisemitic terror had risen from the fascist tidings of the history that had just flown below the romantic European lawn, pressing close against the dialogue induced points as closing an old house window using some invincible negative power like a soft grey hand, and through which the stir of compunction like that of golden colour autumn leaves’ hiss was faintly audible.

Recently the people of varying credence spectrum should have found the chance of reaching the non-religious aetiologies of this phenomenon regarding to the supposition to have indicated that the worst would-at the very most-turn into the best might have gained the same inclusion over, for instance-political causes of the Israeli-Arab conflict as well alongside considerations on cultural causes of the Islamic terror against Western cultural existence, colonialism or rather its old misdemeanours while no public figure in the West would deny the imperative of fighting the war against terrorism. It should also be within equal causes politically correct to add the codicil that, for the war to be won, all well justified grievances pertaining to the root causes of terrorism might and should be redressed not saying at the other side of the events that might note therein many societies can put claim to similar grievances but have not given birth to religious-based ideologies that justify based on humanism but off base terrorism.

All in all, at last the civilization has been found right even if an ordinary interpretation which places the blame for terrorism on religious and cultural trait runs the risk of being branded as bigotry and Islam-phobia. The political motivation of the leaders of Islamist jihadist-type movements should not be in doubt on behalf of the objectivity while a little glance at the would-be military parades where such movements flourished could show that most would have been in any kind of ostentation to be off their political-and usually quasi military encounter with the West.

This was the case in sub continental Asia and in the northern Africa in the nineteenth century and around pacifist Israel and aggressive Palestine in the twentieth. The moral justification and levers of power for these movements, however, were for the most part not muffled within the political terms, but based on Islamic religious sources of oppression and religiously oppressive besides non-standard principles. The success of radical Islamic organizations in the

recruitment, posting, and ideological maintenance of sleeper activists (the

9-I I terrorists are a prime example) without their defecting or succumbing

to the lure of Western civilization proves the deep ideological nature of the

phenomenon so that the wise people would rather treat Islamic terrorism as mere terror instead of the consequence of political and socioeconomic factors.

TOME 1

Part II





Eventually nothing alone would do justify the significance of the religious culture in which this phenomenon is rooted and nurtured when in order to comprehend the motivation for some acts against humanism and to draw up an effective strategy for a war against terrorism, just as it is necessary to understand the religiously terror induced ideological factors which are deeply embedded in Islamist -would be-thought.

Then, while several called for the saviours, others remembered that the anti-saviours were still about in the lanes, and the evil tramps all the seasons but that of the saviour! Then, while several called for stress remedies, others remembered that IS namely Islamic Terror State’s new Ottomans were still about in the lanes, and the tramps this autumn overbold and insolent. All, perhaps, wished secretly for the cold face of the hell. Only an elderly man in the corner would sit quiet and unmoved instead of the hubbub, contributing nothing to the noise.

Humboldt-the name of an elderly in the story hereby was that-had grown up in an aging home where only love and hope had been reigning since his childhood. As his and other members of his family’s eyes got used to the dust and soil of the street or rather lane far from detesting non-clean things around them as if they were living somewhere at the edge of a grand avenue so that the other members of the family liked it when they had turned the pages of life as if they were living in a mansion like old house. Humboldt could had got no capacity sufficient to tell no fearsome tale. He had evaded, indeed, many fearful openings expressly made for him, though fully aware that to his well-known apathy in hobgoblin stories was partly due his presence on that pavement session. “I never have experiences to be afraid of devils nor abasing their beliefs and crimes in that way,” he said shortly when the Hebrew child asked him horror for the fatal tales of IS; “I have no unusual power to make commentaries about anti humanist, exclusively anti-Semitic crimes.” There was perhaps the merest hint of great sufferings in his tone, but the children standing still before him darkened-in an abstract way of chat-the corner quickly and tactfully covered his retreat. And he wondered slightly for Humboldt knew why he squeezed him to talk about Anti-Semitic blood-shed appetite. He was standing in front of him, wearing a navy-blue cap that had turned into a boyish grey mixed with brown middle school uniform, almost gasping his naïve bust from his nose to the neck... This was certainly not because of the fact that the old man, say elderly loved a young girl forty-one years younger than him, who had just reached marriageable age, and she was the elder sister of student Simon, and furthermore this Simon-the brat couldn’t aware of the situation anyway. But families in the neighbourhood strictly taught their children to share the 'never again' call with everyone about Anti-Semitic murders, and Humboldt knew it! The haunted corner of the human history, say the Anti-Semitism, everybody should be well aware, eh?

Simon's elder sister was also in love, and with the self-confidence of being over 20, she too began to experience extreme love affairs. Her boyfriend-or rather man friend-was just at the Humboldt's age, and unlike that chronically single and platonic lover, he had been married not once but twice before. Now, it should be noted that our heroes-Humboldt, Adela, and Adam-are quite different from each other in terms of income: Adela was the daughter of a middle-class family and intended to work while continuing her education. As a matter of fact, he started a part-time job. Her lover, Monsieur Adam, was a wealthy man on the contrary of our chronic single-moreover-platonic oldie lover who lived from hand to mouth-thanks to deceased dad of his-in a nice home surrounded by its little garden.

The speedily elapsing life time and the garden had been specially assigned for him for not to get married. At times-at the very most opportunely-the garden gate would be opened noisily and in order to let the visitor of the host to come in within a way both might sniff in the broad light of a sunshiny day or at the darkness of a late evening to have been ringing at once for lamps, may-be puffing at his puffer, say Cuban cigar , and generally, by his mere presence, made the group consisting of sardines in the vase, mites hiding in every inter loop areas or rather micro spaces all over the carpets to make plants, parasites and the host to feel rather foolish. Either the light or the darkness should have streamed past everybody from the wet soil of the garden under the willows and ash trees, and then from the corridor. His white hair shone like silver. And with him came the atmosphere of common sense, of celibacy, book linked culture, melodies to be played of The David’s Harp, and the rest. With all mentioned events aging cynically entering at those parts of places. And his young sweetheart would spring up instantly to greet him before sleep, as though his keen approval of this kind of entertainment might need humouring. Although it may have been the light-that witchery of twilights from the fire-in the winter-and the universe beyond the corridor, or it may have been the abrupt entrance of the romance upon the soft sexual intercourse imaginative that traced the outline with such pitiless, sharp lust he has got incessantly at any rate… Any contrast? Because of the gliding lines of the those-like this man who had this inner clairvoyant sight all had been too much flue of superficially changing -if not deeply-was unmistakably closed to be revealed anyhow. It was poignantly simple and sophisticated, not aching somewhere in it in the way of flowing in the days reduced to seconds by means of hiding health and naked pain. For, as Humboldt would happen to pause a moment here or there beside himself in the enlightening or darkening through his idleness somebody of decades’ standing, assistance of youth and arduous benevolence, there stood upon the threshold of that room the presence of a true magic lamp story.

And most marvellously he renewed-instead of changing-his hit or mis or non-hazardously haphazard and yet unplanned studies, his very figure, his whole presentment. Adam the other elder figure of the episode against the gloom, the delicate, unmarked face shone suddenly keen and anguished, and a rich maturity, deeper than any mere age, would give a start to be flushed all his tilting personality over the love affair with the young girl with his secret grandeur even more lines started into being upon the dry skin of the chubby face of his, lines of pleading, pity, and love the daylight did not show, and with them an air of magic tenderness that betrayed, though for a second only, the full soft glory of a beloved situation denied, yet somehow mysteriously enjoyed.

As for the slender body of Adela the fresh darling of the second elderly rose all the deep-bosomed sweetness of motherhood, a potential queen maternity of the world, and a wet nurse, though she might know no dear fulfilment, who yet yearned to sweep into her immense embrace all the elder urchins, say helplessly mobilized virile things that ever lived although embracement, like emotion, can play strangest tricks. The change pressed almost upon the edge of revelation....

When a moment later one should make memory brought, eh? It would be doubtless if any but the silent Islamic Terrorist ABDELHAMID A. who had told no marvellous tale but bombed Paris, lived in the same world-The Europe’s old earth silently alongside little Simon, his elder sister Adela and the young or old neighbours of theirs who knew no moral experience, and put the well civilized people in a position disclaiming the smallest clairvoyant faculty ever, had received Islamic terror orders from IS-Islamic State-over Turkey cocaine caliphate and fortified the vivid, poignant picture of Anti Civilization side in the war of civilizations for an instant ABDELHAMID’s bombs had flashed there, mercilessly clear for all to see who were not blind to subtle spiritual wonder thick with pain. And it was not so much mere impression of The New Ottomans matching not to THE EU as age ill-matched love betwixt Adela and Adam might be, as of her youth that yearned with the oldest craving in the world, and of age that should have slipped beyond the power of rationally divining it so time elapsed, and all was as before us-The European Culture people.













TOME 1

Part III



When Simon-The Child exhibited his sociologic-not psychological-reactions to the Paris Bombing by Islamic Terror the people around him laughed with genial good-nature, not one whit annoyed. “The Islamic State must have been frightening you with stupid horror stories, child,’ they said in their jolly way, and one of them put a protective arm about him. “Have not they been dangerous now? Tell me the truth. Much better,” he added within the voice colour of ide-fixes based on Socio-Somatic acute crise, say its flaring symptoms, “have joined me instead at useless chattering, or for a game of patience, okay?” He looked up shyly into the elderly persons’ face, and he carried his trembling hand upon the forehead of his. “Perhaps they have a little, dear, still been so” said they all, “but now that you’ve come round, and been feeling all right again.” Adding to all “Another point of this matter,” he reiterated again in a graver tone, “and you’d be well informed that at our old health tricks Doctor Abba VITE could manage of putting the symptoms I should suffer from in its scientific term box: SOCIO SOMATIC SYMPTOMS, eh?”

…SOCIO-SOMATIC SYMTOMS as guests made of the voices, visions, pushing collisions and the like directing the freak individuality obliged to work mentally and to sleep in the haunted rooms of the SOCIETY INN then to be right after all, as every capable observer could see, to make everything out of bounds. One ought to feel that the groups limiting one’s world should have glanced fondly, childishly up upon men, women, children and teenagers-THE WORST AND ULTIMATELY MERCILESS part of remarked social habitat teaching ailment-Yes SOCIO-SOMATIC SYMPTOMS would be taught peremptorily whereas THE BEST SIDE of the interactions between one and the evil activity groups should be-right down-making the symptomatic victim to be apt of gaining to be trained in the way of, say, some kind of self-therapy or rather remission based on to have been being socialized over training if not education. Then one might have gone over and poked the talk fires into a blaze in the depths of general health nocturnal incontinence in some nights and to control every functions-bodily-at another times. Someone-no doubt- could strike up a Belly dance on the harp of Caligula, and some couples might dance. All trace of nervousness would be able to be healed, and then should have might have brought in the tray with glasses of juice and richly thick slice of cakes. And

-slowly-the group would have dispersed. Let’s come the question: should candles be lit? If the people should have passed down the passage into the big hail to have been applauding, in lowered voices of to-morrow’s plans of The Islamic Terrorist ABDEL HAMID who had planned to kill the laughter before he bombed Paris where innocent people died away as they went up the stairs to live better, happier as their guests, say Muslims and their wives and children lingering a moment over the ashes of terror flames. They have not, after all then, put all Muslims in custody room, eh? Simon-The Child and the two elderlies-Adam and Humboldt alongside Adela heard another people-a certain couple of Nippon family i.e., Mr. and Mrs Nippon who are not from their neighbourhood but from the working district of Mr Adam mentioned, “Alas, we shall remember in our country those heartrending scenes” “I admit,” Adam replied at once, his manner gracious beyond his age, his voice quite different, “that The Old Europe wanted you to work, to be happy, and to live in peace in our mother land-France here…”

Simon’s elder sister talked “Someone, I mean, who really knows the reason of Islamic Terror, and is not merely curious. But-forgive my saying so-when I saw your deep grief” she sobbed very slightly, “and when you told something about that horrific story really terrorising like the others, I somehow felt…”

“But one could never be able to see anything otherwise” replied Mr. Nippon who put a remarking point regarding to the civilisation wars in his statement hurriedly. “You felt, though,” Mrs. Nippon interrupted swiftly, the

passionate tenderness in her voice but half suppressed. “I can tell the tenderness of the Europeans when fighting Islamic terror from your approach towards the matter”

“Others, then,” Humboldt interrupted abruptly, almost bluntly, “have felt there bewildered much more, rather?”

“Not for a long time. My husband should have tried to mean well in it.” Mrs. Nippon paused a second, then added, “I had those sorrowful considerations for a lot of years when first we arrived France.”

The others extremely anguished look flew back upon her tenderly made speculations like a shadow and was gone, while at the sight of it there rose amongst themselves a sudden deep rush of wonderful benevolence beckoning almost towards worship. They all did not speak, for their voice would tremble.

All in a while HUMBOLDT roared: “I should have to give it up! ISLAMIC TERROR may come nothing as a rational concept for ISLAM for All MUSLIMS had been invited to terrorize JUDEO CHRISTIANITY!

What is it” she finished, “very timidly?” Paused, “Was it to terrorize us?” after a pause she be encouraged as to have been ventured. She bowed her head and, showed MAIDE SURAH wherein HE SAYS not to gain friendship from JUDEO-CRISTAN “They had to make change its meaning from abstract to something non-concrete advising not to see them instead of beheading…” she repeated softly.

“And since then-now-you see nothing?” he asked.



TOME1

Part IV



All speeches of theirs would be singular as they remarked one point of view: ABDELHAMID A.’s terror in Paris. To some extent they were nearly to emphasize the confessional uttering: “Because we will not, not because it’s gone.” They followed each everyone in the group in silence towards the door or something, and if they could pass along the passage therein the traditional consideration, again that curious great pain of emptiness, of loneliness, of

yearning rose upon them before Islam, yes Islam of which pure orders to show the Muslim to kill, to cut human extremities across as in the days of HACCAC The Ruthless in the history of the past hundred and hundred years that never, never can cut across beyond the terror induced frosty pages of this religion to reach the flowers of the natural humanity-based faith that teach to love!

“Hurry up, folk, or a highly likely Islamic terror will come out of real Islam, and will catch you,” cried Mrs. Nippon’ husband, leaning over the steel banisters of fresh air, as the others moved slowly up the way towards the, say, boulevard. There was a moment’s silence when they met with the crowd. The human density could-seemingly-took its thick shadow alongside its lighted candle and wandered up and down in the corridors of mankind’s familiar herd. “Good-nights” or “good morning” were to say again instead moving away, Adela to her loneliness, Simon the child to his Islam based horror haunted bed etcetera, etcetera.



And at the door to be turned, at the far end of the passage say Islam as the acts called terror, silhouetted against the brain light, they watched some where the secularity arguments of some noble Arabs coming from the rich Arabic countries like Kuwait-some fine mature men with their silvered hair, beard and heavy shoulders, and the slim young to the highest probability their wives with that amazing air as of some great bountiful mothers of Arab World for whom the years still passed from feasts to feast would be really debating The Special Problematic about Islam and Civilization:





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From the other side following French Teacher’s (His name is Samuel PATY) yes, his beheading, Jewish Groups should join rally against extremism! What? Extremism, huh? While secular Arab intellectuals would say that extremis could be nothing but Islam. See please, try and see the weakness of civilization before Islam: Thousands gather across France in memory of Samuel PATY who was decapitated weeks after showing caricatures of great Islamic figures to his students.



Apparently, the secular Arab Thought and aching Jewish Hearth turned the corner in the way towards general reconciliation, and they went in and closed not the debate room its door. And yet sleep took not them, they escaped from it very quickly, and while the religion mist rose up and veiled not the countryside, something else, veiled not even equally for all other anti-sleepers in that matter but two, drew on towards its climax...Some hours later they would awake; the world was stills and it seemed the whole house listened; for with that clear vision which some bring out of religiously bigotry induced, sleepy centuries through, one must have been remembered that there had been no direct acceptation or denial apt to make bloodshed, horror, and systematic terror that the mankind have not suddenly realised so that this big, gaunt dilemma wherein the Islamic Logic would lay was after all the aforesaid bigotry...



For them, however, the entire world, not merely separate hinterlands of religions in it, was ever terror haunted; and they knew no terror to find the space about them charged with thronging life quite other than their own.... They ought to rise and lit the candles of mankind’s wit, crossed over to the reason’s window even if there the mist shone grey, to have been knowing that no barriers of walls or door or ceiling could keep out the suicide bomb agents of Islamic Presence in the Europe that poured so thickly every corner of the terrorist’s heart through non-dignified, say immoral preaching reigning around him. It was like a wall of

being in adversity towards every soul and body to be, with peering satanic eyes, bloody hands stretched out instead of the tiny voices full of peace crying in a chorus very faintly but humanly heroic. Ah, the horror haunted old earth should be saved! Was this old earth not, rather, a temple vestibule, prepared and sanctified by yearning rites few men might ever guess, for all the terrorized children of the peace seeking? How then…



HOW THEN COULD IT BE REALIZED WHILE TURBID ISLAMIC PREACHERS SAY ISLAM SHOULD BE THE WORLD CHAMPION OF TOLERANCE AS IT WOULD BE SO INDEED, AND YET SHOULD BE PROTECTED AGAINST THE INSULTING ATTACKS OF OTHER FAITHS WHEN UNDER THE PERIL COMING THROUGH THE HARD MEDIOCRE MUSLIM YOUNGSTERS’ TERROR ORGANIZATION INDUCED TALKS IN NEARLY ALL CAFES ALL OVER THE OLD EARTH? HOW THEN INDEED, HUH? TO RETALIATE THEIR FIRE INSTANTLY AS THE RUSSIAN, DO? YEP!



TOME1

Part V



Could they all surmise that they would understand the nearing Islamic Terror Danger, nearing somehow from Paris, Moscow and WTC towers towards the Africa, Asia, the Europe and even to the remote corners of our planet? Simon the child, his elder sister Adela had seen but once or twice the debris left from terror bombing like occurred in Paris in all their life! Furthermore, one cannot entrust to Mr. and Mrs Nippon pair only carrying the lamentation they tasted linked to the gathering in memory of Samuel who would not divulge so great a mysterious event that would need must be keep secret! There must be elderlies too.

Of the elderlies…Humboldt and Adam… Had they so easily soothed within similar yearning to which, long years ago, several terror victims’ death had denied fulfilment? Was the quasi-imperialism to be in the true sense, and did all faces bear on them so legibly this great danger model-having been being modelled over that sorrow to be traced? And then, with awful suddenness, mere feelings should have dipped away, and something highly concrete happened like fighting terror. The handle of the door had faintly rattled. He turned. The brass like irrationalism over the Islamic Terror considerations were slowly moving towards any conclusion so that first, at the sight, something of common fear did grip The EU and The USA but Russia, as though Russians heart had not missed a beat, moreover they on the instant heard the voice of their own saviour, now long beyond the seven heavens, calling them to go softly yet with austerity too much speedy as they watched a moment the adamant efforts to undo the terror attacks, yet never afterwards could swear that they did away with it after actual movement, for something in making peaceful future not irrational, tragic as blindness, tears, and something weak!



Appendices (1) THE EPIC HISTORY OF TOPPLED DOWN SOVIET


Suppose that the state had not been destroyed, it was still standing; if the assumptions equate to slump, yes, it was still the Soviet Union or rather empire form state. Retired farmers in line for bread leaning on his spouse noble, cheap source of catering in the past namely the farmers with bread. Unbeknownst to each other, some of his comrades slipped out of the way of the revolution-the most dangerous enemy of our Russians, and a moment with the same reflexes at a distance of many leagues from each other they looked at the heavens: their gaze is deep, their eyes are captive and makeshift.

TOME1

Part VI



Everybody-except deceased Samuel of course-went towards the door of mutual understanding between civilization and its opponents. They took the handle of this eternal matter very gently, and very softly then they opened it in order to make it possible, ye know, writing about daily life beyond was everything would tend to be in darkness. They saw again the empty passages of thought, say its steel edge of the banisters where the great hall yawned below, and, dimly, the outline of the cordillera’s silhouettes. And then they dropped upon their knees and opened wide their arms to something that came in upon uncertain, viewless feet. All the winds following sultry feeding flowers middays and dews of dawn in the little hours of the day, filling them to the brim opening neatly their eyes. There clung to them all the small beginnings of survival that couldn’t stand alone lacking the little helpless hands and arms that have no confidence, and when the wealth of tears and love devoted to humanity that flooded their hearts seemed to break upon the frontiers of some mysterious yet impossible fulfilment thereupon, they rose and went with curious small steps towards the window of reason to taste the rational, misty air of that other enlightened existence that waited so patiently there above the entire world. Adam, Humboldt, Adela, little Simon, Mrs. and Mr. Nippon drew the sash up. The soul of Samuel felt soft and tender as though there were somewhere love in it too-The Saviour of suns and planets, of dews and rains and breezing and its melodies, all that the cosmos contains unborn and tiny, and when at length they turned again the door was opened. The space was not empty of any life-adding to it-that which lay so wonderfully blessed within them. And this, they felt, had marvellously increased and multiplied. Sleeping in the daytime then came not back to them, and in the morning of peace they left the hollow space before the others were astir, pleading some overlooked engagement. For they had met with the Samuel’s soul indeed, but yet no concrete output that they could talk about with others round an open, fresh, and yet deserted air any more. They dispersed, and backed to their sweet homes…



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THE EPIC HISTORY OF TOPPLED DOWN SOVIET

The westly wind was collecting rain of liberalism, they shuddered with zest together... Strange to say, hundreds of pairs of eyes have read this epic, far away staring intently at the sad, patched clouds because history was writing a prayer for change in the western sky. As you know, history was digging the epic tomb of destiny. The statelet, which was frozen in the shadow of Siberia’s being destroyed apparently.

TOME 2

Part I





It was late but neither morning nor evening when Humboldt arrived the parish he was born and lived. His house in its micro garden lay deep in serenity, and there was everything to be seen of Father’s Home, for clarity in the air and pure lightness-not light- surrounded it, and not the brightest lucidity of most visible contours showed where the great childhood nest of his would be. Humboldt, stood on the stonelike threshold made of cement leading from the lane to the entrance corridor for a long time, looking up at what seemed to be remembered much more from the years several dead members of his big family were still alive, and after a refreshing break he went in his study where to work and to sleep. People were still awake at the dusty lanes around his garden micro garden. Although he was the owner of the house had no room available to make sex easily, freely, whereas greatly surprised and confused by the arrival of a lady guest so late at night, and apparently, she was willing not to let Humboldt. sleep on his veteran mattress in the bedroom say nothing intending to pull Humboldt towards-saloon like guest room-upstairs. He agreed to that. Several minutes of the inward time of his time mysterious lady was still overfeeding her intention to make Humboldt to lie on the wooden floor together with her, over the antic carpet, but he didn’t feel like asking her name, instead he fetched the wool mattress down from the attic himself, and lay down her near his lying body. She was warm-not as a stove, of course, from which the internal winds carrying more or less calory to make the people to believe in the process to have heated the body as to feel warm physically is to be cogent also about the existence of some heating machine-and silent. Her sparkling eyes gave the probable questions in the eyes of Humboldt a cursory inspection, and then she fell in the love making induced mood. But soon afterwards he was woken from his turbid wonder in the bed of an unexpected love. He remembered her from the vicinity he would share with the others: She should be one of the Romanian girls, colourful friends of Adela, a young madeleine in town clothes, with a face like an actress’ with eye liner induced make up applied to eyes, strongly marked eyebrows was dancing under his sexually described shuttle actions preserving the synchronisation with her elderly sexual partner. The mimics were still therein, say on her chickens too, and some of them had turned their joyful vibrations around her murmuring mouth so that he could see her tongue and hear its whisper. Augmenting his force in the unexpected intercourse Monsieur Humboldt apologized very civilly for pressing her breast to that of his. ‘Press? What press for God’s sake? My soul has been woken under you that would be apt to be introduced as the rescuer salvaging the personality of one female as I’ve been from the warden of taste cancer,’ she hissed and added: ‘This house belongs to you and yet you shouldn’t know that the house, its owner should be you only, so anyone who could stay or spend the night here as it ought to be, so to speak, staying or spending the hours at this home. And no one’s allowed to do that without a permit from you yourself. However, you need not mustn’t have any such permit, or at least you haven’t been, henceforth to this extent obliged to show one.’















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The ghoulish truths that every epic tries to hide one by one so lined up in items, waiting to be read in the sky, the following warning covers humanity: the warning is in the bread in the queue! What you call epic, it has a good and bad spirit, originally, in its own way. I think the farmers in the bread queue were exempt from all kinds of epics, and yet big talk was inclined to make the mean cheap and the cheap vulgar, Entered the full queue; Red blunder turned into a company! Essentially, the commune binds the fate of the individual in the forecasting plan: Even if we didn't choose, the fates of our near and far environment are good. Our well-read destiny, though well-read and badly-interpreted moreover the question "Is the future bright" is on this table with camouflage delusions...















TOME 2

Part II

Little Simon. After an extremely tasteful sleep woke and sat up, scratched his head as if he had to smooth down his hair, and was then looking up at his mother. ‘What with all will I to have my breakfast like a homework as a loafer, then?’ he asked. ‘Is there poached egg more than one amongst the other or rather several ingredients enriching the table?’ ‘There most certainly should be,’ said his mom slowly, as some of those weird fearful probabilities linked to the bullying boys’ behavioural danger should have to be present in her thought instead of his breakfast table caprices to have made the woman to shake her head at Simon’s ignorance over thanksgiving. Whereas there could be no need of fearful consideration for the children while teacher of righteousness, say God might give permit to spend their playful days in fear, huh? Simon’s mom asked him, as if to convince himself that he had not got anything to be afraid instead of trusting to the biggest teacher loving and protecting the little boys, by every chance, if he took a peaceful sleep and dreamed colourful things. ‘Yes, because I need not any permit to dream colourful things,’ was his reply, and there was downright derision at mom’s expense in the woman’s voice as, with arm outstretched, he asked about the eggs and the like, and reiterated: ‘Or haven’t I to do such things?’ and carry on with a sour remark ‘Well, I’ll have to go and get a permit, then,’ said, yawning, and throwing off his blanket as if to rise to his feet. ‘Oh, my little child? Who from?’ asked the woman. ‘Why, from you,’ said Simon, ‘I suppose there’s nothing else for it.’ ‘What, get by with the obstacle and gain a permit from the mom of yours herself in the morning?’ cried the child, retreating a step. ‘Is that impossible?’ asked little Simon, unruffled. ‘If so, why did you not allow me sleep and have a colourful dream?’ At this the woman was positively beside her son. ‘The manners of an elderly!’ he cried. Little Simon who had known ever since the very first minutes of his beginning kindergarten months to spend therein that he was one of the oldest people in the world who as he had given the start to live hundred and hundred years after having been used to use antiaging pills just before the World War II, cried ‘I demand respect for my real age-to have come to the amount, say at least two hundred years! You are not keen enough to let me sleep and carry on with my dream-of, no matter over daylight or night-if not woke me up to tell me that I ought to leave the quilt-my one and only luxury-immediately.’ ‘That’s enough of this farce,’ hissed the mom in a noticeably voice of serenity. Thereupon he lay down and pulled the blanket over him. Mom growled, ‘Little or young or even old man, you’re going rather too far, and I’ll have something to say about your conduct from the past to the future over today. The people from your mom and dad plus your entire akin folk including Adela your elder sister may have been placed upon your gimmick giving to you the chance of being the witness to have been being scrutinizing their lives, if you ought to need anyhow. As for the rest of it, let me tell you that eventually you are the observer observing the human interactions or rather behavioural aspects of theirs, and no doubt the creator sent you. And yet all events could turn into another things in the memory from the point of your present observation as my assistance introduced to you will have been seemed hindrance in the future that should be coming tomorrow by means of there with your surveying instruments destined to be unfinished as in yesterday. I don’t want you to deprive you of a good imagination here through the ani-aging tales, but unfortunately you used to lose your way several times, and that’s why I would be warn you of the danger waiting daydreamers like you. From the other side I myself was well aware that nothing-in the past-has been really as they should seem and would be so in the future!’ And yet Simon did be-through antiaging protective treatment-two hundreds plus years old the even before and after she delivered her teaching, that it was too late to present himself at the breakfast table as a little child. That’s why he contented himself with not going on to sleep the broad day light there, and they-mom and he himself-have been to put it mildly teasing enough to disturb the household at the breakfast table. And that’s all the they would be making at that time. ‘Good morning, gentleman!’ smiled his mother

And Simon turned to the routine way of life he must have adopted already, and pondered on the pavement leading to the school. ‘Youth?’ he asked and someone listened to him hesitantly behind his body in school uniform and nearly to turn his back walking away, and then everyone fell silent in the street for everyone would happen to understand the meaning of Simon-the two hundred years old child-statement in the grammatical form of question that meant good while remarking that everyone’s aunt should live a kind of youth to reach several kind of feature to be described as to be briefed in a simple word, say haggard who couldn’t hear what one would say! According to the law of hyper old age one should know that there could be no way apt to give the chance of wandering in a certain time instead of using ordinary remembrance to remember from the general past of ours say the general hallucination destined to be unreal thoroughly. For example should the whole life of our aunts by side of mom trace back the various positions that full existing things in it have passed through in a whole life within one’s individual history, all pages of its ought to be changed, but in non-reverse order to that in which all positions actually occurred, then the universe, in this non-imaginary case, would still obey the same changing phases’ procedure all over the future including one’s flowing present time as an interval betwixt the past and the future. Testing the non-reversibility, one may remember the younger ages of that very aunt what we might call all old past days as occurred in a real earth on the contrary another real earth may, in which the existence belonging to everything at various moments of time wouldn’t be the same notion as in her two different real earths existing in one body as not same as each other. But Simon the little child soon pulled himself together and told himself, in a tone just muted enough to sound as if he were showing consideration for the mom’s counter consideration, but loud enough for him to hear what was said: ‘I’ll ask teacher about aging.’

‘Oh, so The Europe there used to be peace and constructive civilisation periods in this continent, and there wasn’t terror activity as they fed by hashish lord Hassan Sabah in Iran, was there? Both the peaceful and productive eras the main actors were very well equipped here instead of the industrial revolution wrecked people who had to migrate from the village or towns to the cosmopolitan bit cities to suffer especially from child hiring in mines.’ remarked the teacher and added as a detail that surprised me, but on the whole we had not to have experience that the greatest thing terrorizing the people, say migration even emigration. All sorts of terror should be accepted as a factor of splitting the time and personalities.’





CHORUS

GARDENS WITHOUT EXTENSION

Yalta Conference is over, in cities that have not gone to war anyway, look
In Istanbul, New York, Tehran, Erzurum and Konya; like a hook
Despite the target lacking people, garden identity grew fat everywhere, say therein
The green is devoid of trees; the high-walled one was chosen ...
We, off dreaded forgot about the war commotion; attention is concentrated on the wall thereon
The sparrow tangles, our cat sleeps; hospitality made of stone;
You, the space that is rich; Our leafless garden: peel off your memories
What is there to be afraid of, open up; Swallow observation, swallow black-hole of ours!



TOME 2

Part III







After the end of his daily work Adela-The Simon’s elder sister-explored in a low degree panic that his cell phone was not in its proper place she used to install monitored as in mute mode. Then its ring apparently was closed even to the owners call so that there could be no way to make it to reply the stimulations to have been found by means of the sound within the mobile menu therewith she was familiar while she should hear and open the cell. Although she was a good believer, she couldn’t understand the reason of the Creator’s through which the most single but indispensable might be made lost. She was also too much obstinate when to have been obliged to look for the lost items so to carry on her finding mission if one might call such a deal twice as trivial as it should be then. Naturally soon after it turned out that her mobile telephone was installed in a file drawer almost right above his head, but tired as she was as the office secretaries should have been, she had failed to notice it not saying of the reality reminding her of the event linked to little loss of hers presently examined retelling her she should had not make any sheer request in order to gain The Saviour’s help for a cell phone to be found, then the best will in the world would be not failing to disturb Creator’s siesta designed with idiocy or maliciousness. Yes, maliciousness that would permit at times even most pious Muslim terrorists to commit with incest problems induced sexual intercourse, and she remembered at that very moment the permittance declared by The Turkish Caliphate recently: Response to our 'sister-in-law's fatwa' news from Diyanet - Cumhuriyet ...Cumhuriyet Haber Verir - Güncel Son Dakika Haberleri › Political News5 days ago — The Presidency of Religious Affairs refrained from responding to the issue in a statement on our news about the sister-in-law fatwa from the Diyanet, ... In the book "Fatwas" prepared by the High Council of Religious Affairs, the answer to the question "Will the wife of a person who commits adultery with his sister-in-law be void?" was answered, "Although adultery is a major sin, adultery by one of the spouses does not harm their marriage."

Cumhuriyet Haber Verir - Güncel Son Dakika Haberleri
It would be only the point at issue was whether Muslim terrorist’s religion would let them in incest cases, and she decided that it would. Apart from this in the case of her loosing mobile, however, there was no point in making out that she might be absent minded, so she turned over on her back again to the probability of maliciousness under the abstract definition defining the creator the Muslim terrorists should adore. She saw the officers and officials of the “criminal inspections department” whereat she has been working, clustering nervously together and conferring; well, losing one’s cell phone of an inspection reporter was no small matter. All the while the door was opened and there, filling the whole doorway, stood the monumental figure of the civil servant in charge of office security. The director approached on tiptoe to let her know what was going on. And now her rescued cell telephone began wringing so she replied the call. The voice from the other end was sleepy, but when the dialogue had been started by her dad-inasmuch as at the other side her father was talking- the telephoning should go on till the dad would close his mobile so several such official as she was stood steadily as a certain general director, was on the line. Adela the young lady noticed that the one-amongst the others-the nearest to her, who identified himself as The Chief Reporter, told her how he could find her mobile, a man of very smart appearance in his forties… Adela felt the changing dimension around for a moment and thought: ‘It was as if we were living in the way of life of the people who were to live before the electronic ages when my phone disappeared. I mean, how long was the time at that time, and it gave us back our old empty night with long hours and slow minutes to do everything for example chances to go the cinema, to visit friends at their cozy houses… '

Then she went back home and after dining to sleeping peacefully on a wool mattress placed on the bed, with her favourite feather sack as a pillow and her beloved mobile within reach. ‘She had naturally’ felt suspicious, said Simon-the little child, and as their mom had never neglected to do her duty it had been up to them to live as the routine. The child carried on with murmuring, ‘the friends from her office therein she would work had acted very churlishly on being eyewitnesses, to have questioned her, and not helped her properly in due form with expulsion from the present time, although, as it finally turned out, perhaps with some reason, for one of them claimed to be a chief reporter and pretended to mean good for his assistants the officers-making search to find the cell phone had sent for him. Of course, it was at least Adela’s formal duty to check this claim, so she, Adela, would like office friends to enquire-if it had been needed-in higher rank officer, find out whether any such duty of looking for her mobile was really approved, and reach back with the output at once.’ Then all should be quiet. Mom went to make her addiction-as a good spectacular over serials-yes, her addiction to be satisfied and there at the special spectaculars’ ground thereon the ingredients-middle sized table and the stool waited for committing with her taking the place assigned already or rather routinely, the dad staying where his was, not even turning round, not appearing at all curious enough to be written by the author who had taken the risk to be seen more curious than before mentioned objects, but looking straight ahead of him as if drilling the walls with his curiosity based on reality rather than that of the reality based on neither something barely real nor curious. The way Simon’s elder sister told her tale, with a mingling-after purified and put solely on chastity and disdaining from malice and with caution, gave bot the little child and the dad an idea of what might be called the produced through official training of which even such insignificant figures in every offices as the people like chief reporter had been used to command where were not to be lack of industry there either while the headquarters would be working even at night so that if Adela had not find her lost mobile that event couldn’t be assumed happened out of the working hours. The chief reporter, however, has seemed to be a very hyper inquisitive and impatient one, for he tried immediately to slam the cell down in anger since he would hiss like a giant snake ‘I said as much!’ upon the happy end of the search. ‘There’re shouldn’t be no record of any event regarding that loss; this ought to be admitted as a common misdemeanour caused not by any vagabond or probably worse.’ For a moment Simon-The Child thought all of them-Adela, her office friends, the local workers from the vicinity, the chief reporter and others were nearly going to fall on her, and to avoid at least the first onslaught she crawled into every corner to get back her mobile. By the time Simon reached school, his older sister had arrived at her workplace. In a while she dived into the files and could not understand how the time passed, and even she forgot the little adventure she found her cell phone after she lost her cell phone. The next day, old Monsieur Adam and the chief Rapporteur-coincidentally-just a few hours apart, proposed to the little boy's elder sister. First reminding the age difference, Adela asked her elderly darling, "If a gap arises between our wishes, pleasures and tolerance limits in the future, won't we be in for a disaster?" The old groom-to-be answered the question, "What do you call a disaster?" Adela's response was: 'Losing the way that makes us who we are as individuals is catastrophic. For instance, “The habit of sleeping, looking to the future with confidence, eating the favorite food with appetite of ours, reading a book on vacation, listening to Antonín Dvořák with an endless enthusiasm as if we will never die, etcetera are identical with our existence. How could be our loss called, if not a disaster?’ Monsieur Adam said, 'The most important thing you said, as that should be, is true. And yet it was really easy for young girls to live their youth there, while there was zero chance of the guarantee therein not being beheaded like a sheep for dedicating to the gods-which was always possible in Aztec civilization-cheerfully!' This statement made a lot of sense, but Adela accepted the offer of the Chief Rapporteur, not the old monsieur. He bride groom perhaps might not even forty years old. Then the preparations for marriage began immediately…











TOME 2

Part IV



Humboldt had hosted her-after making an unexpected and too much long love-in his red car, and carried the young lady-one of the very intimate friends of Adela-then to her family’s block therein they have got a lovely apartment. After having come back his home he would go to bed directly to have swathed his athletic body tightly by quilt whereout he slowly put his head to ring her mobile up to reach at least her soft and swift voice again and, his own attempt seemed to him, revoking a particular force around even capable to push her out of bed too to reply his unexpected call. Although it was unlikely that this call too could be about offering marriage to her, they all began a non-stop chat, and neither side occupied at the different sides of talking medium went back to bed till the first lights of the new day. They listened not to an explanation from neither side of some length but endless verbal attempts to give way to some explanations anyhow. and then they uttered together the same thing quietly, ‘A mistake, then? Is this affaire du coeur awkward for us? Who did Humboldt say he himself to telephone the girl and she herself answer that call? Dangerous or rather very strange. But how were they to explain it to each other then?’ Both must have pricked up their ears. So they tried to catch on the sentence bundles announced by the other linked to their well shared love bed experience through the wonder of girl and the sexual wander of the elderly that the girl has described it as feeling a male in her highly most inner part of genital area and the elderly as area surveying. In one way this was unfortunate, since it showed that both knew all they needed to know about it at the bed, and yet none of them could weigh up the balance of power within love making, and were cheerfully accepting its challenge. In another way, however, it was fortunate, for they confirmed their opinions that they could not be being underestimated by each other, and would have more freedom than they had dared to hope from the output of unexpected sexual intercourse. And if they thought they could keep themselves in a constant state of happiness by recognizing each other’s qualifications as a wondering female and as surveyor in genital area over that intellectually supercilious way, as it certainly was, then they were open to being wrong both inasmuch as they both felt a slight frisson, yes, but that was all.

They gave start to video chat and elderly waved away the young partner, who was timidly approaching to the camera as if she declined to move into the bed under the blanket in her bed room, as he was then urged to do, merely gaining not a nightcap from none and after using of the washbasin…In the morning his soap and a towel were waiting in serenity to be used instead there is no lady, and he didn’t even have to ask for having got one since he and the females around him were hurrying out with their faces averted to keep off from bed rooms, perhaps to escape from identifying themselves after love making. The light was put out, and he was left alone at last. After breakfast, which like Humboldt’s entire board and lodging, so the he told himself, a short visit was to be paid to see her in flesh there with all he thought he would go straight into the café Adela’s friends used to spend time every day.



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