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many of the statements made in this work will be brushed aside by the guilty parties<br />
when it is out. Mrs. Shade will not remember having been shown by her husband<br />
"who showed her everything" one or two of the precious variants. The three students<br />
lying on the grass will turn out to be totally amnesic. The desk girl at the Library will<br />
not recall (will have been told not to recall) anybody asking for Dr. Kinbote on the<br />
day of the murder. And I am sure that Mr. Emerald will interrupt briefly his<br />
investigation of some mammate student's resilient charms to deny with the vigor of<br />
roused virility that he ever gave anybody a lift to my house that evening. In other<br />
words, everything will be done to cut off my person completely from my dear friend's<br />
fate.<br />
Nevertheless, I have had my little revenge: public misapprehension indirectly helped<br />
me to obtain the right of publishing <strong>Pale</strong> <strong>Fire</strong>. My good gardener, when<br />
enthusiastically relating to everybody what he had seen, certainly erred in several<br />
respects - not so much perhaps in his exaggerated account of my "heroism" as in the<br />
assumption that Shade had been deliberately aimed at by the so-called Jack Grey; but<br />
Shade's widow found herself so deeply affected by the idea of my having "thrown<br />
myself" between the gunman and his target that during a scene I shall never forget,<br />
she cried out, stroking my hands: "There are things for which no recompense in this<br />
world or another is great enough." That "other world" comes in handy when<br />
misfortune befalls the infidel but I let it pass of course, and, indeed, resolved not to<br />
refute anything, saying instead: "Oh, but there is a recompense, my dear Sybil. It may<br />
seem to you a very modest request but - give me the permission, Sybil, to edit and<br />
publish John's last poem." The permission was given at once, with new cries and new<br />
hugs, and already next day her signature was under the agreement I had a quick little<br />
lawyer draw up. That moment of grateful grief you soon forgot, dear girl. But I assure<br />
you that I do not mean any harm, and that John Shade perhaps, will not be too much<br />
annoyed by my notes, despite the intrigues and the dirt.<br />
Because of these machinations I was confronted with nightmare problems in my<br />
endeavors to make people calmly see - without having them immediately scream and<br />
hustle me - the truth of the tragedy - a tragedy in which I had been not a "chance<br />
witness" but the protagonist, and the main, if only potential, victim. The hullabaloo<br />
ended by affecting the course of my new life, and necessitated my removal to this<br />
modest mountain cabin; but I did manage to obtain, soon after his detention, an<br />
interview, perhaps even two interviews, with the prisoner. He was now much, more<br />
lucid than when he cowered bleeding on my porch step, and he told me all I wanted to<br />
know. By making him believe I could help him at his trial I forced him to confess his<br />
heinous crime - his deceiving the police and the nation by posing as Jack Grey,<br />
escapee from an asylum, who mistook Shade for the man who sent him there. A few<br />
days later, alas, he thwarted justice by slitting his throat with a safety razor blade<br />
salvaged from an unwatched garbage container. He died, not so much because having<br />
played his part in the story he saw no point in existing any longer, but because he<br />
could not live down this last crowning botch - killing the wrong person when the right<br />
one stood before him. In other words, his life ended not in a feeble splutter of the<br />
clockwork but in a gesture of humanoid despair. Enough of this. Exit Jack Grey.<br />
I cannot recall without a shudder the lugubrious week that I spent in New Wye before<br />
leaving it, I hope, forever. I lived in constant fear that robbers would deprive me of<br />
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