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JOHANNSON could have been one of history's greatest poisoners. He had all the requisite qualifications. A tidy mind (poisoners were, in Carnegie's experience, domestic paragons), a patient nature (poison could take time) and, most importantly, an encyclopedic knowledge of toxicology. Watching him at work, which Carnegie had done on two previous cases, was to see a subtle man at his subtle craft, and the spectacle made Carnegie's blood run cold.
Joha
"We didn't have much difficulty finding the drug used on your man," Joha
"What sort of experiment?"
Joha
"It's not a drug then?"
"Oh, yes, of course it's a drug," Joha
Joha
"Haven't they got anything better to do?" he asked of Joha
"Believe me," Joha
Carnegie looked along the rest of the cages. The same pornographic scenes' were being played out in each one. Mass rape, homosexual liaisons, fervent and ecstatic masturbation.
"It's no wonder the doctors made a secret project of their discovery," Joha
"An aphrodisiac?"
"Most are useless, of course. Rhinoceros horn, live eels in cream sauce: symbolic stuff. They're designed to arouse by association."
Carnegie remembered the hunger in Jerome's eyes. It was echoed here in the monkeys'. Hunger, and the desperation that hunger brings.
"And the ointments too, all useless. Cantharis vesticatora-"What's that?" "You know the stuff as Spanish fly, perhaps? It's a paste made from a beetle. Again, useless. At best these things are irritants. But this..." He picked up a vial of colorless fluid. "This is damn near genius."
"They don't look too happy with it to me."
"Oh, it's still crude," Joha
A rattling of the wire mesh close by drew Carnegie's attention from Joha
"It's Cupid, isn't it?" Joha
"Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
It's Midsummer Night's Dream."
"The bard was never my strongest suit," said Carnegie. He went back to staring at the female monkey "And Jerome?" he said.
"He has the agent in his system. A sizeable dose."
"So he's like this lot!"
"I would presume-his intellectual capacities being greater-that the agent may not be able to work in quite such an unfettered fashion. But, having said that, sex can make monkeys out of the best of us, can't it?" Joha
"I don't think there's anything so extraordinary about rape, Carnegie commented, attempting to stem Joha
"Sex without end, without compromise or apology," he said. "Imagine it. The dream of Casanova."
THEworld had seen so many Ages: the Age of Enlightenment; of Reformation; of Reason. Now, at last, the Age of Desire. And after this, an end to Ages; an end, perhaps, to everything. For the fires that were being stoked now were fiercer than the i
So Welles thought as he lay in his bed. He had been conscious for several hours, but had chosen not to signify such. Whenever a nurse came to his room be would clamp his eyes closed and slow the rhythm of his breath. He knew he could not keep the illusion up for long, but the hours gave him a while to think through his itinerary from here. His first move had to be back to the laboratories. There were papers there he had to shred, tapes to wipe clean. From now on he was determined that every scrap of information about Project Blind Boy exist solely in his head. That way he would have complete control over his masterwork, and nobody could claim it from him.
He had never had much interest in making money from the discovery, although he was well aware of how lucrative a workable aphrodisiac would be; he had never given a fig for material wealth. His initial motivation for the development of the drug-which they had chanced upon quite by accident while testing an agent to aid schizophrenics-had been investigative. But his motives had matured through their months of secret work. He had come to think of himself as the bringer of the mille