{"id":219,"date":"2009-11-27T19:59:44","date_gmt":"2009-11-27T19:59:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/?p=219"},"modified":"2009-11-27T19:59:44","modified_gmt":"2009-11-27T19:59:44","slug":"chapter-89-78-years-ago","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sophiehoulden.com\/writings\/fair\/?p=219","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 89: 78 years ago."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!-- \t\t@page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } \t\tP { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } --><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Udo stood before the bonfire, the flames reaching high, he had hoped it would feel better doing this but it didn&#8217;t help. He still felt numb.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">What the hell are you doing!?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Verity rushed over to find Udo throwing more books on the fire.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">I have to get away from it, all this need to understand the world, the universe&#8230; it&#8217;s what led to the white event. All those people who died across the world during those few minutes, if I wasn&#8217;t into all of this&#8230;\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he threw a bundle of notes into the fire.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">You aren&#8217;t still blaming yourself for that are you? It was two years ago!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">And millions of lives&#8230;\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he picked up another book but verity grabbed his hand.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">I know you don&#8217;t believe in this, what happened to you Udo, I remember you were a handsome and brilliant man once.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Udo looked down at the floor, constantly shifting colour because of the flickering flame light. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It was my brilliance that did this.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">That&#8217;s a lie!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Verity tried to get him to look at her \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You know as well as I do someone would have gone to the site sooner or later, and it was inevitable what would happen when they did.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Verity paused and let go of Udo. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153look, don&#8217;t burn the books, I&#8217;ll take them with me, I heard there were plans to archive as much information as possible west of the cinnamon hills, they would appreciate all this.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Udo looked over to Verity \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You&#8217;re leaving?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\u00e2\u20ac\u0153<span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">Udo&#8230; you need to find something to live for, if not science, find some other way to help people. That&#8217;s what your real talent is I think&#8230; you waste it like this.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\">\n<p style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm;\"><span style=\"font-family: Lucida Sans,sans-serif;\"><span style=\"font-size: small;\">The fire burnt out that night, but claimed no more writing.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Udo stood before the bonfire, the flames reaching high, he had hoped it would feel better doing this but it didn&#8217;t help. 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