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[Excerpt from the unpublished memoirs of Victoria Millbank, dated "Tibur, 1987"]*
The story of my life began in a more peaceful time, long before proud Engellex plunged Meridian Europe into a bloody war. Not that I blame my countrymen, of course! We have learned that when friendly entreaties are made in French and confirmed in German, an Empire is born. Even if they do not call themselves an empire.
My younger brother Oswald, or Oz as we would call him when I was a child, is fat, stupid, and intemperate. He has none of the savvy qualities as the assistant I found for him, Gaspar. (This was long before Gaspar became a cardinal, also.) I met Gaspar only by chance. His cousin, Lucrezia, was my nineteen year-old housekeeper when I first moved to Tibur. She told me her cousin was a skinny fellow, very intelligent, but quiet and mischievous. In other words, Gaspar was the opposite of Oswald. But don't get the wrong idea. I love my brother Oz. I love my brother so much, I wrote the book he is famous for, Theology and Social Science.
[Excerpt from the unpublished memoirs of Victoria Millbank, dated "Y.G., O.L.R. 1993"]*
Gaspar was there at the Capitollium - which is quite an impressive university built by the Church on the dungheap that is Olmolungring - fixing Oswald's notes. It was Oz's first real lecture.
It was there I first met Coemgein Hart. He is quiet in that way you can tell Oelarians are intelligent. I remember when he asked me - quietly - if I wrote my brother's famous book. Middelhuis was jealous of course - for some reason I have fallen in and out of love with men in Oelar, that romantic shithole - that I was speaking with Coemgein. But I didn't care. We were all frank about who we loved then, during that week, at the conference. Vandrare Perseifur, the great Oelarian novelist, even introduced Oswald as "his old flame". You should have seen my brother turn red! It was the first and only time he was called a homosexual in public. That can be difficult for your career in the Church. But most people thought it was a joke, I think. Except Middelhuis, whom I had told years before. And Coemgein, who just looked at me across the room, smiling.
*Millbank, Victoria. A Hospital for Sinners: My Life In and Out of the Church. manuscript unpub. 2011.
The story of my life began in a more peaceful time, long before proud Engellex plunged Meridian Europe into a bloody war. Not that I blame my countrymen, of course! We have learned that when friendly entreaties are made in French and confirmed in German, an Empire is born. Even if they do not call themselves an empire.
My younger brother Oswald, or Oz as we would call him when I was a child, is fat, stupid, and intemperate. He has none of the savvy qualities as the assistant I found for him, Gaspar. (This was long before Gaspar became a cardinal, also.) I met Gaspar only by chance. His cousin, Lucrezia, was my nineteen year-old housekeeper when I first moved to Tibur. She told me her cousin was a skinny fellow, very intelligent, but quiet and mischievous. In other words, Gaspar was the opposite of Oswald. But don't get the wrong idea. I love my brother Oz. I love my brother so much, I wrote the book he is famous for, Theology and Social Science.
[Excerpt from the unpublished memoirs of Victoria Millbank, dated "Y.G., O.L.R. 1993"]*
Gaspar was there at the Capitollium - which is quite an impressive university built by the Church on the dungheap that is Olmolungring - fixing Oswald's notes. It was Oz's first real lecture.
It was there I first met Coemgein Hart. He is quiet in that way you can tell Oelarians are intelligent. I remember when he asked me - quietly - if I wrote my brother's famous book. Middelhuis was jealous of course - for some reason I have fallen in and out of love with men in Oelar, that romantic shithole - that I was speaking with Coemgein. But I didn't care. We were all frank about who we loved then, during that week, at the conference. Vandrare Perseifur, the great Oelarian novelist, even introduced Oswald as "his old flame". You should have seen my brother turn red! It was the first and only time he was called a homosexual in public. That can be difficult for your career in the Church. But most people thought it was a joke, I think. Except Middelhuis, whom I had told years before. And Coemgein, who just looked at me across the room, smiling.
*Millbank, Victoria. A Hospital for Sinners: My Life In and Out of the Church. manuscript unpub. 2011.