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 I went on with a wholly unfamiliar energy。
 〃A lively fashionable modern cult of angels; devotion thriving everywhere。 And people rising from operating tables to speak of life after death; a tunnel; an embracing love! Oh; you have been created perhaps in an auspicious time! I don't know what to make of it。〃
 You were obviously quite impressed by these words; or rather the way that my perspective had been drawn from me。 So was I。
 〃I've only started;〃 you said; 〃and will keep pany alike with brilliant Children of the Millennia and street…corner fortune tellers who deal out the cards of the Tarot。 I'm eager to gaze into crystal balls and darkened mirrors。 I'll search now among those whom others dismiss as mad; or among us … among those like you; who have looked on something that they do not believe they should share! That's it; isn't it? But I ask you to share it。 I'm finished with the ordinary human soul。 I am finished with science and psychology; with microscopes and perhaps even with the telescopes aimed at the stars。〃
 I was quite enthralled。 How strongly you meant it。 I could feel my face so warm with feeling for you as I looked at you。 I think my mouth was slack with wonder。
 〃I am a miracle unto myself;〃 you said。 〃I am immortal; and I want to learn about us! You have a tale to tell; you are ancient; and deeply broken。 I feel love for you and cherish that it is what it is and nothing more。〃
 〃What a strange thing to say!〃
 〃Love。〃 You shrugged your shoulders。 You looked up and then back at me for emphasis。 〃And it rained and it rained for millions of years; and the volcanoes boiled and the oceans cooled; and then there was love?〃 You shrugged to make a mock of the absurdity。
 I couldn't help but laugh at your little gest。 Too perfect; I thought。 But I was suddenly so torn。
 〃This is very unexpected;〃 I said。 〃Because if I do have a story; a very small story …〃
 〃Yes?〃
 〃Well; my story … if I have one … is very much to the point。 It's linked to the very points you've made。〃
 Suddenly something came over me。 I laughed again softly。
 〃I understand you。〃 I said。 〃Oh; not that you can see spirits; for that is a great subject unto itself。
 〃But I see now the source of your strength。 You have lived an entire human life。 Unlike Marius; unlike me; you weren't taken in your prime。 You were taken near the moment of your natural death; and you will not settle for the adventures and faults of the earthbound! You are determined to forge ahead with the courage of one who has died of old age and then finds himself risen from the grave。 You've kicked aside the funeral wreaths。 You are ready for Mount Olympus; aren't you?〃
 〃Or for Osiris in the depths of the darkness;〃 you said。 〃Or for the shades in Hades。 Certainly I am ready for the spirits; for the vampires; for those who see the future and claim to know past lives; for you who have a stunning intellect encased beautifully; to endure for so many years; an intellect which has perhaps all but destroyed your heart。〃
 I gasped。
 〃Forgive me。 That was not proper of me;〃 you said。
 〃No; explain your meaning。〃
 〃You always take the hearts from the victims; isn't it so? You want the heart。〃
 〃Perhaps。 Don't expect wisdom from me as it might e from Marius; or the ancient twins。〃
 〃You draw me to you;〃 you said。
 〃Why ?〃
 〃Because you do have a story inside you; it lies articulate and waiting to be written … behind your silence and your suffering。〃
 〃You are too romantic; friend;〃 I said。
 You waited patiently。 I think you could feel the tumult in me; the shivering of my soul in the face of so much new emotion。
 〃It's such a small story;〃 I said。 I saw images; memories; moments; the stuff that can incite souls to action and creation。 I saw the very faintest possibility of faith。
 I think you already knew the answer。
 You knew what I would do when I did not。
 You smiled discreetly; but you were eager and waiting。
 I looked at you and thought of trying to write it; write it all out。。。
 〃You want me to leave now; don't you'?〃 you said。 You rose; collected your rain…spattered coat and bent over gracefully to kiss my hand。
 My hands were clutching the notebooks。
 〃No;〃 I said; 〃I can't do it。〃
 You made no immediate judgment。
 〃e back in two nights;〃 I said。 〃I promise you will have your two notebooks for you; even if they are pletely empty or only contain a better explanation of why I can't retrieve my lost life。 I won't disappoint you。 But expect nothing; except that I will e and I will put these books in your hands。〃
 〃Two nights;〃 you said; 〃and we meet here again。〃
 In silence I watched you leave the cafe。
 And now you see it has begun; David。
 And now you see; David; l have made our meeting the introduction to the story you asked me to tell。
 
 
 2
 
 PANDORA'S STORY
 
 I was born in Rome; during the reign of Augustus Caesar; in the year that you now reckon to have been 15 B。C。; or fifteen years 〃before Christ。〃
 All the Roman history and Roman names I give here are accurate; I have not falsified them or made up stories or created false political events。 Everything bears upon my ultimate fate and the fate of Marius。 Nothing is included for love of the past。 I have omitted my family name。 I did this because my family has a history; and I cannot bring myself to connect their ancient reputations; deeds; epitaphs to this tale。 Also Marius; when he confided in Lestat; did not give the full name of his Roman family。 And I respect this and that also is not revealed。
 Augustus had been Emperor for over ten years; and it was a marvelous time to be an educated woman in Rome; women had immense freedom; and I had a rich Senator for a father; five prosperous brothers; and grew up Motherless but cherished by teams of Greek tutors and nurses who gave me everything I wanted。
 Now; if I really wanted to make this difficult for you; David; I'd write it in classical Latin。 But I won't。 And I must tell you that; unlike you; I came by my education in English haphazardly; and certainly I never learnt it from Shakespeare's plays。
 Indeed I have passed through many stages of the English language in my wanderings and in my reading; but the great majority of my true acquaintance with it has been in this century; and I am writing for you in colloquial English。
 There's another reason For this; which I'm sure you'll understand if you've read the modern translation of Petronius's Satyricon or Juvenal's satires。 Very modern English is a really true equivalent to the Latin of my time。
 The formal letters of Imperial Rome won't tell you this。 But the graffiti scratched on the walls of Pompeii will make it obvious。 We had a sophisticated tongue; countless clever verbal shortcuts and mon expressions。
 I'm going to write; therefore; in the English which feels equivalent and natural to me。
 Let me say here quickly … while the action is at a halt … that I was never; as Marius said; a Greek Courtesan。 I was living with such a pretense when Marius gave me the Dark Gift; and perhaps out of consideration for old mortal secrets he so described me。 Or maybe it was contemptuous of him to style me this way。 I don't know。
 But Marius knew all about my Roman family; that it was a Senatorial family; as purely aristocratic and privileged as his own mortal family; and that my people dated back to the time of Romulus and Remus; the same as Marius's mortal line。 Marius did not succumb to me because I had 〃beautiful arms;〃 as he indicated to Lestat。 This trivialization was perhaps provocative。
 I don't hold anything against either of them; Marius or Lestat。 I don't know who got what wrong。
 My feeling for my Father is so great to this very night; as I sit in the cafe; writing for you; David; that I am astonished at the power of writing … of putting words to paper and bringing back so vividly to myself my Father's loving face。
 My Father was to meet a terrible end。 He did not deserve what happened to him。 But some of our kinsmen survived and re…established our family in later times。
 My Father was rich; one of the true millionaires of that age; and his capital was invested widely。 He was a soldier more often than required of him; a Sena

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