03:02 pm - allandsundry - Owl Post: The General Manager, Daily ProphetDear Sir, A gentleman wizard calling himself Gary Rusbridger, and claiming to be a reporter at your esteemed publication came to see me today. He'd written such a very reasonable letter asking about my published research and that of the St Mungo's medical team I serve on under Josiah Spencer, and on your stationery too, that there seemed no reason to doubt his bona fides. And I can't say that he didn't behave impeccably, and didn't seem well informed about the subject of our discussion, although he had a slight tendency to focus on particular cases rather than the research overall, but then scientists as a rule do not expect journalists to be scientists. The problem, and I realise that's a strong word for what is probably just a slight uneasiness, is that he didn't seem like a journalist. He wasn't, you'll forgive me, in the least scruffy. And he didn't want coffee. Or even smoke, and if there are journalists that don't live on cigarettes and coffee I've never met one. And I was once very closely attached to a journalist, I do think I know the genre. It is probably nothing. Perhaps he is new, although he wasn't like any cadet journalist I've ever met either. Charming, to be sure, but in no way like a journalist. And so, although it undoubtedly seems a little strange, I am writing to be sure that you do in fact employ a handsome young journalist named Gary Rusbridger. It's a little late, perhaps, but then I was very careful to be sure that the names on all files we discussed were obscured. Sincerely, Octavia Wilde |