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that he shut his eyes. When he opened them he saw that it was all over, the mirage had dissolved, the chequered figure had vanished and the blunt needle had simultaneously removed itself from his heart. The devil! exclaimed the editor. Dyou know, Ivan, the heat nearly gave me a stroke just then! I even saw again columbus it ohio play sports something like a hallucination . . . He tried to smile but his eyes were still blinking with fear and his hands trembled. However he gradually calmed down, flapped his handkerchief and with a brave enough again columbus it ohio play sports Well, now. . . carried on the conversation that had been interrupted by their drink of apricot juice. They had been talking, it seemed, about Jesus Christ. The fact was that the editor had commissioned the poet to again columbus it ohio play sports write a long anti-religious poem for one of the regular issues of his magazine. Ivan Nikolayich had written this poem in record time, but unfortunately the editor did not care for it at all. Bezdomny had drawn the chief figure in his poem, Jesus, in very black colours, yet in the editors opinion the whole poem had to be written again. And now he was reading Bezdomny a lecture on Jesus in order to stress the poets fundamental error. It was hard to say exactly what had made Bezdomny write as he had--whether it was his again columbus it ohio play sports great talent for graphic description or complete ignorance of the subject he was writing on, but his Jesus had come out, well, completely alive, a Jesus who had really existed, although admittedly a again columbus it ohio play sports Jesus who had every possible fault. Berlioz however wanted to prove to the poet that the main object was not who Jesus was, whether he was bad or good, but that as a person again columbus it ohio play sports Jesus had never existed at all and that all the stories about him were mere invention, pure myth. The editor was a well-read man and able to make skilful reference to the ancient historians, such as the famous Philo of Alexandria and the brilliantly educated Josephus Flavius, neither of whom mentioned a word of Jesus existence. With a display of solid again columbus it ohio play sports erudition, Mikhail Alexandrovich informed the poet that incidentally, the passage in Chapter 44 of the fifteenth book of Tacitus Annals, where he describes the execution of again columbus it ohio play sports Jesus, was nothing but a later forgery. The poet, for whom everything the editor was saying was a novelty, listened attentively to Mikhail Alexandrovich, fixing him with his bold green again columbus it ohio play sports eyes, occasionally hiccuping and cursing the apricot juice under his breath. There is not one oriental religion, said Berlioz, in which an immaculate virgin does not bring a god into the again columbus it ohio play sports world. And the Christians, lacking any originality, invented their Jesus in exactly the same way. In fact he never lived at all. Thats where the stress has got to lie. Berliozs high tenor resounded along the again columbus it ohio play sports empty avenue and as Mikhail Alexandrovich picked his way round the sort of historical pitfalls that can only be negotiated safely by a highly educated man, the poet learned more and more useful again columbus it ohio play sports and instructive facts about the Egyptian god Osiris, son of Earth and Heaven, about the Phoenician god Thammuz, about Marduk and even about the fierce little-known god Vitzli-Putzli, who had once been held in again columbus it ohio play sports great veneration by the Aztecs of Mexico. At the very moment when Mikhail Alexandrovich was telling the poet how the Aztecs used to model figurines of Vitzli-Putzli out of dough-- the first man appeared in the avenue. again columbus it ohio play sports Afterwards, when it was frankly too late, various bodies collected their data and issued descriptions of this man. As to his teeth, he haid platinum crowns on his left side

and gold ones on his tight. He wore an expensive grey suit and foreign shoes of the same colour as his suit. His grey beret was stuck jauntily over one ear and

under his arm he carried a walking-stick with a knob in the shape of a poodles head. He looked slightly over forty. Crooked sort of mouth. Clean-shav-n. Dark hair. Right eye black, left ieye for some reason green. Eyebrows black, but one higher than the other. In short--a foreigner. As he passed the bench occupied by the editor and again columbus it ohio play sports the poet, the foreigner gave them a sidelong glance, stopped and suddenly sat down on the next bench a couple of paces away from the two friends. A German, thought Berlioz. An Englishman. ... thought Bezdomny. again columbus it ohio play sports Phew, he must be hot in those gloves! The stranger glanced round the tall houses that formed a square round the pond, from which it was obvious that he seeing this locality for again columbus it ohio play sports the first time and that it interested him. His gaze halted on the upper storeys, whose panes threw back a blinding, fragmented reflection of the sun which was setting on Mikhail Alexandrovich for ever ; he again columbus it ohio play sports then looked downwards to where the windows were turning darker in the early evening twilight, smiled patronisingly at something, frowned, placed his hands on the knob of his cane and laid his chin on