4 (french) Werber, Bernard

hate mail, letters threats, and my perpetual guilt. “Assassin!
Murderer ! “I throw in the faces of men I’ve forgotten to the
name. “Assassin, assassin, assassin, assassin,” I repeat
an inner voice. “You killed one hundred and twenty to three
innocent people. ” “Sorry, Michael, but you are not the my
kind of man. “The bad memories mingle for old nightmares.
On balance, I prefer the meeting with the woman in white
satin gown. Too bad, I face my spent in the most honest.
Rose is also hampered by the hail of bullessouvenirs. I
should perhaps an opportunity to catch up. Th approached
with great difficulty, struggling against storm of my own life. I
am making progress though. That’s it, I almost joined.
Telepathically (as well expressed the ectoplasm), I
launched: “We are come to help you get you down. “She
did pays no attention. She found her first love. This is an
American astronomer. When he dropped,
she sought to resume pursuing the same studies him. Rose
than I had ever spoken. - “Now?” I understand better many
of his feelings.
She discusses with the memories of her lover. He said he
was bored with it. He said that in a couple, the Most
important is to never get bored. She was gentle and kind,
of course, but it brought him nothing special. That’s why he