...a deathly serenade...

although she found my novel Immortality needed
more organisation. To Ellis the world could be
organised just like her job as an Administrator. I
had long nicknamed her The Administrator, after
she was particularly offended by her possible
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presence in a draft of my magnum opus, Vanity.
Blue. But in spite of this within four months we
were married, the wedding came a day after
Yashu’s exhibition. It was obvious he was feeling,
based on his new dictum — Life as Art — that he
was being upstaged by my marriage to The
Administrator. It was clear that he hid the real
reason why he decided that he would reincarnate
himself the day before my wedding. Although I
oppressed these notions, as I knew he was trying
to best me and I arrived to his exhibition with a
huge smile, as if unaware of his guilty chess move.
At the exhibition all those in attendance were
confronted with what he long became to be
infamous for. Yashu failed to allow anybody to see
the work, protesting that if they wanted his ten
new works they would have to accept them the
way he wanted. It was either the ten new works
this way or nothing, he demanded. So, in a
ravenous bid to get their hands on any new
paintings or work his Art dealers agreed that the
exhibition would be their first unveiling of his
new works. It was perhaps only I who truly knew
that they were made because he was hiding his
obvious desire to upstage the wedding, so he kept
the works from me also. The Professor scoffed at
this, in the middle of motor boating Olga: If he
were a mathematician he would have been great,
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