| Dear Clarice, I have followed with enthusiasn the course of your discrace and public shaming. My own never bothered me, except for the inconvinonce of being incarsorated, but you may lack the spectacle. In our descusions down in the dongeon it was apperant to me that your father, the dead nightwachman, figures largely in your value system. I think your success in putting an end to Jame Gum's career as a caturior pleased you most because you could imagine your father being pleased. But now alas you're in bad order with the FBI. Can you imagine your daddy being shamed by your discrace? Do you see him in his plain pine box crushed by your failure, a sorry petty end of a promising career? What is worst about this humiliation Clarice? Is it how your failure will reflect on your mommy and daddy? Is your worst fear that people will now and forever believe that they were indeed just good old, trailer camp, tornado bait white trash, and that perhaps you are too? By the way I couldn't help noticing on the FBI's public website that I have been hoisted from the beauros archives of the common criminal, and elevated to the more prestigious ten most wanted list. Is this coincidence, or are you back on the case? If so, goody goody, cuz I need to come out of retirement and return to public life. I imagine you sitting in a dark room, bent over papers and computer screens. Is this accurate? Please tell me, truly, Special Agent Starling. Regards, Your old pal Hannibal Lecter, M. D. P.S. Clearly this new assinement is not your choice. Rather I suppose it is part of the bargain, but you accepted it Clarice. Your job is to craft my doom, so I'm not sure how well I should wish you. But I'm sure we'll have alot of fun. Ta ta, H |
| Eli wrote this from memory. Kinda scary? We told you he was Hannibal Lector! |