(no subject)
Dr. Rudolph Baralesk
Gramner University
Department of Physics
Room 606
Dear Dr. Baralesk,
Subject: The Present Departure
As it has become quite clear to you and others in the department, I have made a hasty disappearance, leaving no indication of my whereabouts. I’ve taken great care to leave my absence a mystery. Before I begin to elaborate on my state, I will ask that you read such letters in only the most clandestine of fashion. No one is to know that I still exist, for it would only serve to hex my greatest work. Also, my wife and children would be rather displeased to know that I am not dead, as is what the information I have properly arranged should unveil.
For the past month I have been orchestrating a myriad of fanciful schemes to aid in the preparation of my indeterminate hiatus, along with the appropriate measure of covering my tracks. I worked with crooked accountants to falsify spending records, in effect making it seem as if I had utilized over three quarters of my vast fortunes on failed investments. In reality, these assets were being liquefied to purchase a vast amount of supplies for what journey I have planned. I took caution to sway the favor of local law enforcement, fire brigades and wrecking crews, as they were to carefully arrange a false automobile accident, with myself being the unfortunate fatality. I even took the time to arrange several grand assemblages with The Great and Wise to verify my qualifications as an adept. You can rest assured that these misleading tales will rear themselves as the truth in little time. For the sake of mankind’s ability to understand, Professor O. Quizbium is dead and gone.
You, Rudolph, are one of the few people I feel that I can trust; the only one I feel I can trust with this clever tale. It is both a curse and a blessing for me to bestow you with what will most certainly follow from these correspondences. I have indeed left on a journey of discovery, Rudolph. Such is the nature of this journey; I ask that no attempt be made at pursuit, whatsoever. Of all information that I share, you must let it die within you, simply for the sake of the right-orderings of the universe. Strange it would seem that I must send these letters that are so forbidden, but I must have one contact in a homeland I can reassure myself with for the sake of preventing madness. To consider seeing your wizened eyes gaze upon this tattered parchment allows me to reel my mind away from what maddening horror I feel bearing down on my mind. We’ve been through much turmoil together and I’m sure you will understand the reasons for what I have done.
Dr. Rudolph Baralesk, it is clear to me that I must seek out the Cosmic Diode. What myths have followed it seems never-ending and generally unspeakable. Though The Great and Wise did not suggest against such pursuit, there was no clear indication of assurance; something that no man could possibly consider. As one of the two librarians of the Forbidden Vault, I feel that my destiny lies in destruction. However, such destruction wrought brings miracles to being, and this is a hopeful goal. The Cosmic Diode, the Fueled Epicenter, the Nuclear Top, the Luminous Logical Dynamo, the Particle Feaster, the Magic Mind, the Grand Bizarre Reactor, the Antiquated Mass Injection Cere-dome, the Unblinking Radical Photo-Mind Processor, the Free Pink; a multitude of names for the single greatest mystery of our time. No man has seen what this could be, but all men have predicted its presence. I will make this discovery, or perish trying. I do not plan to return from this trek, Rudolph.
At the present, I have just boarded my recently constructed, quad-engine, empyrean vessel; using the propulsion specs designed by our own engineering department back at Gramner. All whom knew I was connected to this ship’s construction were signed on as crew members; this will assure my covert desires, as dead men tell no tales. I am languidly seated in the central bridge lobby as I finish this report. The ship’s fuel cylinders are nearly prepared and we will be launching in several minutes. I will be far overseas by the time you receive this acknowledgement. My apologies for the unsightly packaging that you are forced to tear through to beckon the fruit of this letter, but such is necessary to prevent an accidental opening and subsequent reading of this forbidden text. I do hope this reaches you in good health.
I bid you a most eternal farewell, Rudolph.
P.S. Instruct Dean to teach the rest of my classes - the man is a bit pathetic, but he will do best to pick up whe
re I left off.
Prof. O. Quizbium
Gramner University
Department of Physics
Room 606
Dear Dr. Baralesk,
Subject: The Present Departure
As it has become quite clear to you and others in the department, I have made a hasty disappearance, leaving no indication of my whereabouts. I’ve taken great care to leave my absence a mystery. Before I begin to elaborate on my state, I will ask that you read such letters in only the most clandestine of fashion. No one is to know that I still exist, for it would only serve to hex my greatest work. Also, my wife and children would be rather displeased to know that I am not dead, as is what the information I have properly arranged should unveil.
For the past month I have been orchestrating a myriad of fanciful schemes to aid in the preparation of my indeterminate hiatus, along with the appropriate measure of covering my tracks. I worked with crooked accountants to falsify spending records, in effect making it seem as if I had utilized over three quarters of my vast fortunes on failed investments. In reality, these assets were being liquefied to purchase a vast amount of supplies for what journey I have planned. I took caution to sway the favor of local law enforcement, fire brigades and wrecking crews, as they were to carefully arrange a false automobile accident, with myself being the unfortunate fatality. I even took the time to arrange several grand assemblages with The Great and Wise to verify my qualifications as an adept. You can rest assured that these misleading tales will rear themselves as the truth in little time. For the sake of mankind’s ability to understand, Professor O. Quizbium is dead and gone.
You, Rudolph, are one of the few people I feel that I can trust; the only one I feel I can trust with this clever tale. It is both a curse and a blessing for me to bestow you with what will most certainly follow from these correspondences. I have indeed left on a journey of discovery, Rudolph. Such is the nature of this journey; I ask that no attempt be made at pursuit, whatsoever. Of all information that I share, you must let it die within you, simply for the sake of the right-orderings of the universe. Strange it would seem that I must send these letters that are so forbidden, but I must have one contact in a homeland I can reassure myself with for the sake of preventing madness. To consider seeing your wizened eyes gaze upon this tattered parchment allows me to reel my mind away from what maddening horror I feel bearing down on my mind. We’ve been through much turmoil together and I’m sure you will understand the reasons for what I have done.
Dr. Rudolph Baralesk, it is clear to me that I must seek out the Cosmic Diode. What myths have followed it seems never-ending and generally unspeakable. Though The Great and Wise did not suggest against such pursuit, there was no clear indication of assurance; something that no man could possibly consider. As one of the two librarians of the Forbidden Vault, I feel that my destiny lies in destruction. However, such destruction wrought brings miracles to being, and this is a hopeful goal. The Cosmic Diode, the Fueled Epicenter, the Nuclear Top, the Luminous Logical Dynamo, the Particle Feaster, the Magic Mind, the Grand Bizarre Reactor, the Antiquated Mass Injection Cere-dome, the Unblinking Radical Photo-Mind Processor, the Free Pink; a multitude of names for the single greatest mystery of our time. No man has seen what this could be, but all men have predicted its presence. I will make this discovery, or perish trying. I do not plan to return from this trek, Rudolph.
At the present, I have just boarded my recently constructed, quad-engine, empyrean vessel; using the propulsion specs designed by our own engineering department back at Gramner. All whom knew I was connected to this ship’s construction were signed on as crew members; this will assure my covert desires, as dead men tell no tales. I am languidly seated in the central bridge lobby as I finish this report. The ship’s fuel cylinders are nearly prepared and we will be launching in several minutes. I will be far overseas by the time you receive this acknowledgement. My apologies for the unsightly packaging that you are forced to tear through to beckon the fruit of this letter, but such is necessary to prevent an accidental opening and subsequent reading of this forbidden text. I do hope this reaches you in good health.
I bid you a most eternal farewell, Rudolph.
P.S. Instruct Dean to teach the rest of my classes - the man is a bit pathetic, but he will do best to pick up whe
re I left off.
Prof. O. Quizbium