Oooh, Viv, how exciting--a fax from the slime side! (No sender
ID is a DEAD giveaway, if you see what I'm saying.) As for WHO,
well, the "Times Roman" threw me briefly, 'cause "Whitby" spells
"Synod" and so forth to meadevilists, bit later and norther than
those roamin' hands groped but.
Just look at all the clues your given, though: the HARBOR, where
there's even a MEMORIAL ("Remember," he says), despite the fact
that he'd run off to sea by the age of 13; the automatically noted
MARITIME conditions (who but a seaman would send you a fax--
X-tolling--the whippy wind & water out the window?!); the SEASON--
not CHRISTMAS, Isle grant you that--but STONE me if it isn't
almost EASTER!
You--and WHY YOU? (out of the no doubt millions of endeavoring,
discovering, adventuring, and resolution-making Antipodeans he
could have chosen--some family connection maybe?) is the real
question here--have been faxed (ergo sum obviously) by CAPTAIN
JAMES COOK!!!
(Whaddya 'spose he wants?)
Candice
At 09:25 PM 4/5/00 +1000, you wrote:
>When I came into the office this morning, there was a fax message hanging
out of the machine date-marked 04/04/2000 23:02, but no sender in the
header. It reads:
>*
>Well (I'll leave this in Times Roman). this was meant to be.
>This is Whitby. I'm in an old pub on the banks of the harbour. The wind is
battering at the window and tearing up the surface of the water. I know the
sea outside is whipped up into a frenzy (I saw it today looking out toward
the Holy Isle and Lindisfarne).
>Imagine.
>Or should I say
>Remember
>These stones have remembered it all.
>They gossip with the wind.
>*
>Why am I - a resident of Sydney, Australia - receiving a mysterious message
from Northumberland in the UK? I've looked up my maps of Great Britain to
try to identify the "harbour". Is it Beal? From the map, there appears to be
a causeway to Holy Island.
>
>One of life's "little oddities"...perhaps I should join the rest of the
family, who are downstairs watching the X-files on tv! To any UK members of
the list: was the weather rough on the East coast on 4/4? Does anyone know a
Whitby who turns his hand to verse? Is this his/her own work, or lines taken
from a well-known poem?
>
>Yours in bafflement,
>Viv Kitson
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