There are some remedies worse than the disease. -Publilius SyrusEight months, fourteen days and six hours. Yes, I did count. It had been that long since I had watched, puzzled over or touched any item belonging to or created by Milo Rambaldi when Sydney came in my office to talk about the imposter who had assumed my identity ( Read more... )

Poof. You just got sucked into a Christmas Carol and are playing the role of Scrooge. One or all of the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future come to visit you

( Briault was dead: to begin with... )

Emily always used to buy the Christmas presents, even for long-term employes who were not exactly part of their social circle, such as the Dixons or Marshall Flinkman, whom she knew from her occasional visits to the official Credit Dauphine offices, or from Christmas parties ( Read more... )

When one is young, one tends to try out quite a rich gallery of images. I did not know yet what I wished to be when I joined the CIA, but I did know I wished to suceed. Aside from the obvious requirements - intelligence, skill, dedication, and so forth - showing interest in the various occupations and passions of your superiors was an easy way to ( Read more... )

"It's not glamorous," says the one-eyed man who either is hitting on him with an elaborate con or recruiting him. College experiments aside, Arvin doesn't consider himself the type to get passes from World War II veterans and thus is reasonably sure which is the case. "You're clear on that ( Read more... )

Tolstoy once wrote in a somewhat overrated novel dealing with, among other things, a marriage, that all families were happy in the same way but that each was miserable in their own unique fashion. I'd qualify this: nobody is married in the same way, happily or not. In my time, I have seen marriages of convenience, marriages of passion, and the ( Read more... )

“And these people you work for,” she said slowly, her eyes never leaving my face, “they want you to kill me simply because I know an organisation named SD-6 exists ( Read more... )

“Friend” is a word we use far too easily, until we forget what it means. But then again, it rarely means the same thing to more than two or three persons; we are too different from each other. To me, the meaning got defined decades ago, and has been redefining itself ever since ( Read more... )

The five stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance. Everyone grieves in their life, be it over the loss of a loved one or a dream they just can't reach. How do you grieve?I ( Read more... )

This might or might not have happened. After all, he is quite adroit at rewriting his past ( Read more... )