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 ==== From the files of William Duggan ====
-In addition to the traditional news gathering techniques, 99 has agreed to give longer answers to questions intended to delve more deeply into this mystery, and the man.
+In addition to the traditional news gathering techniques, 99 has agreed to give
+longer answers to questions intended to delve more deeply into this mystery, and
+the man.
 Q: When was the first time you knew you had powers?
 [transcribed]
-The whole episode has several parts....I'll just try to keep them logical, and we can edit it into a whole. It involves racism, killing, my father, a professor and the Dean. And it wasn't so much knowing I was hard to hurt, but my relationship with Death.
-English Composition:Opinion--The assignment was to draw the widest analogy that was still meaningful and unambiguous. The whole thing started with a <span class="aQJ">midnight</span> daydream--Standing on the viewing platform at Niagara Falls on a day with a temperature. I've never been there, but I could see the ferocity and the power of the falls, plus the spray, frozen and driving; an updraft abrasion. Standing there, two park rangers walked up to me....just conversation. I think they were just checking I wasn't suicidal. There was an ominous tone from the shorter man: "It would be so easy for a man or men to slip or struggle their way down there." They asked if I wasnted coffee, but I said I'd just jog to thetrain, and warm up heading back to the city.
+The whole episode has several parts....I'll just try to keep them logical, and
+we can edit it into a whole. It involves racism, killing, my father, a professor
+and the Dean. And it wasn't so much knowing I was hard to hurt, but my
+relationship with Death.
-And that, and they, became my analogy. Lincold and Davis and a massive, cold, uncaring torrent. And there was a barrel. The mythology of Niagara is that's what you try to navigate the falls with. And Lincoln and Davis were both standing is a huge barrel, with Lincoln trying to explain the enormous damage he was contemplating. Davis was at full bluster--he would survive the trip, or someone would take both of our places.Lincoln described this war as the Battle of New Orleans multiplied a hundredfold. And then I couldn't hear them over the roar of the falls. And it seemed I was going to be some arbiter or calyst to whatwould come. The nation wobbled over the precipice, and I was watching, like everyone else, wondering which way it would tip.
+English Composition:Opinion--The assignment was to draw the widest analogy that
+was still meaningful and unambiguous. The whole thing started with a midnight
+daydream--Standing on the viewing platform at Niagara Falls on a day with a
+temperature. I've never been there, but I could see the ferocity and the power
+of the falls, plus the spray, frozen and driving; an updraft abrasion. Standing
+there, two park rangers walked up to me....just conversation. I think they were
+just checking I wasn't suicidal. There was an ominous tone from the shorter man:
+"It would be so easy for a man or men to slip or struggle their way down there."
+They asked if I wasnted coffee, but I said I'd just jog to thetrain, and warm up
+heading back to the city.
-I was only a sophomore, but it felt like my best work. Grading was a catyclism, and I was back to grinding as hard as I could. One monday morning a few weeks later, Professor Sorenson had me fill the coal scuttle, and gather pens to whittle the nibs to the ultrafine line he preferred. Picking up a paper, his inkwell toppled onto his desk. I had both hands full, and nothing to clean it up with, so I turned away to dump the coal. Dr. Sorenson was a "big game hunter", and one of his dearest trophies was a strip of Rhino hide, ablut three feet long, three inches wide. He used it like a huge riding crop, leaving huge red welts if he struck with the flat, and deep, painful cuts with the edge. For minor infractions, there was his hickory cane, which doubled as a bourbon flask.
+And that, and they, became my analogy. Lincold and Davis and a massive, cold,
+uncaring torrent. And there was a barrel. The mythology of Niagara is that's
+what you try to navigate the falls with. And Lincoln and Davis were both
+standing is a huge barrel, with Lincoln trying to explain the enormous damage he
+was contemplating. Davis was at full bluster--he would survive the trip, or
+someone would take both of our places.Lincoln described this war as the Battle
+of New Orleans multiplied a hundredfold. And then I couldn't hear them over the
+roar of the falls. And it seemed I was going to be some arbiter or calyst to
+whatwould come. The nation wobbled over the precipice, and I was watching, like
+everyone else, wondering which way it would tip.
-When I turned, I expected his rage; the rhino hidemade a sickening wet sound when it hit my back. The second stroke, and part of my sweater fell to the floor. There was no pain, no rage. Just cold, raw power. When I turned to face him, he swung at my neck when a bellow came from the classroom.
+I was only a sophomore, but it felt like my best work. Grading was a catyclism,
+and I was back to grinding as hard as I could. One monday morning a few weeks
+later, Professor Sorenson had me fill the coal scuttle, and gather pens to
+whittle the nibs to the ultrafine line he preferred. Picking up a paper, his
+inkwell toppled onto his desk. I had both hands full, and nothing to clean it up
+with, so I turned away to dump the coal. Dr. Sorenson was a "big game hunter",
+and one of his dearest trophies was a strip of Rhino hide, ablut three feet
+long, three inches wide. He used it like a huge riding crop, leaving huge red
+welts if he struck with the flat, and deep, painful cuts with the edge. For
+minor infractions, there was his hickory cane, which doubled as a bourbon flask.
+When I turned, I expected his rage; the rhino hidemade a sickening wet sound
+when it hit my back. The second stroke, and part of my sweater fell to the
+floor. There was no pain, no rage. Just cold, raw power. When I turned to face
+him, he swung at my neck when a bellow came from the classroom.
 "What in the Frozen Circle are you *doing*, Sorenson?"
 "Punishing a student"
 "For?"
 "That's irrelevant; this is *my* classroom"
 "MrPoling!"
 Ed Poling jumped to his feet "Yes, sir?"
 "What happened?"
-"The professor told Mr. Munroe to fill the coal scuttle and take pens for whittling...when Mr. Munroe retrieved the pens, the Professor's inkwell spilled"
+"The professor told Mr. Munroe to fill the coal scuttle and take pens for
+whittling...when Mr. Munroe retrieved the pens, the Professor's inkwell spilled"
 "And for this you used deadly force?"
 ...
-"Mr. Poling, how many times this term have you been told to perform these chores?"
+"Mr. Poling, how many times this term have you been told to perform these
+chores?"
 "Never, sir"
 "Have any other students?"
 "No, Sir"
 "Thank you, Poling. Sorenson, why are these Mr. Munroe chores"
 "Well, he sits in the back of the room, and....nothing else"
-"Oh, there *is* something else. Do you recall Mr. Munroe's paper on comparing the civil tension to atrip over Niagara Falls?
+"Oh, there *is* something else. Do you recall Mr. Munroe's paper on comparing
+the civil tension to atrip over Niagara Falls?
 "I have 20 students, so-"
-"Oh, you didn't see it elsewhere? A fellow student sent a copy to the Washington Post. It was printed, under byline, in their Sunday paper. They didn't believe it came from a second year student. Now, Sorenson...what grade did you give this publishable work?"
+"Oh, you didn't see it elsewhere? A fellow student sent a copy to the Washington
+Post. It was printed, under byline, in their Sunday paper. They didn't believe
+it came from a second year student. Now, Sorenson...what grade did you give this
+publishable work?"
 "I don't recall"
 voices called out "B-minus"
-"I was given a petition from the vast majority of students in your class, outlining your treatment of Mr. Munroe--I assumed they were sticking together for a popular student. And I didn't believe it. There is no room for a racist in my school. Hand in your grading book and get out. You may, of course, take this up with the Board. You will lose. Out"
-The rest of the day was a blur...the Dean insisted that I have my wounds evaluated, but they had already scarred over. By mid-afternoon, it felt like the whole campus as talking about me. And I marched, coldly and inexorably through my day. It was just more anger and tipping on the edge all around me.
+"I was given a petition from the vast majority of students in your class,
+outlining your treatment of Mr. Munroe--I assumed they were sticking together
+for a popular student. And I didn't believe it. There is no room for a racist in
+my school. Hand in your grading book and get out. You may, of course, take this
+up with the Board. You will lose. Out"
-I should have known better, but I kept my usual routine, and Sorenson found me. From ten feet away, I could smell the liquor. And the frozen fog was surrounding us.
+The rest of the day was a blur...the Dean insisted that I have my wounds
+evaluated, but they had already scarred over. By mid-afternoon, it felt like the
+whole campus as talking about me. And I marched, coldly and inexorably through
+my day. It was just more anger and tipping on the edge all around me.
-"Before you decide to assault a younger, fitter man, I have a brief philosophical point I'd like to bring out." He drew his sword.
+I should have known better, but I kept my usual routine, and Sorenson found me.
+From ten feet away, I could smell the liquor. And the frozen fog was surrounding
+us.
-In Hell's Kitchen, in the city, two men kidnapped Roger Roosevelt. 14 years old, he had the length of bone, but not the muscle, and was easily subdued They had him tied to a chair, and displayed the butcher tools they would use on him should his parents fail. When one man left the room, a phenomenal adrenal strength overtook Roosevelt, and he broke the legs of the chair, somewhat freeing his feet. He lunged, they crashed into a wall, and the son of one of the most influential men in New York tore out his kidnapper's throat. At the sound, the other rushed in. The scene he faced---a huge spill of blood, much of it running down the boy's chin and down his front.
+"Before you decide to assault a younger, fitter man, I have a brief
+philosophical point I'd like to bring out." He drew his sword.
+In Hell's Kitchen, in the city, two men kidnapped Roger Roosevelt. 14 years old,
+he had the length of bone, but not the muscle, and was easily subdued They had
+him tied to a chair, and displayed the butcher tools they would use on him
+should his parents fail. When one man left the room, a phenomenal adrenal
+strength overtook Roosevelt, and he broke the legs of the chair, somewhat
+freeing his feet. He lunged, they crashed into a wall, and the son of one of the
+most influential men in New York tore out his kidnapper's throat. At the sound,
+the other rushed in. The scene he faced---a huge spill of blood, much of it
+running down the boy's chin and down his front.
 "We were never going to hurt you!"
 "HELP! POLICE! HELP!
-The first man to come up the stairs was one Noah Malone, and when he yelled for the police, men in Conneticut took notice. Ever the reporter, he began asking Roosevelt about what happened, while standing with his foot of the kidnappers neck. Police arrived quickly, and took them both away. Noah asked if he could speak to him n a couple weeks. Soaked in blood, missing two front teeth and smiling, "Yes"
+The first man to come up the stairs was one Noah Malone, and when he yelled for
+the police, men in Conneticut took notice. Ever the reporter, he began asking
+Roosevelt about what happened, while standing with his foot of the kidnappers
+neck. Police arrived quickly, and took them both away. Noah asked if he could
+speak to him n a couple weeks. Soaked in blood, missing two front teeth and
+smiling, "Yes"
-The only thing unusual was....the trachea and teeth weren't found in the killing room. The story gripped the city, and several articles filled the papers, but the family remained silent. Two weeks passed.
+The only thing unusual was....the trachea and teeth weren't found in the killing
+room. The story gripped the city, and several articles filled the papers, but
+the family remained silent. Two weeks passed.
-The Roosevelt land and mansion were....imperial. Noah, press pass in hand (he had grown weary over the years of being asked if was looking for manual labor) Robert's mother spoke in hushed, weepy tones: "He's done almost nothing but cry since he came home. Please be brief.
+The Roosevelt land and mansion were....imperial. Noah, press pass in hand (he
+had grown weary over the years of being asked if was looking for manual labor)
+Robert's mother spoke in hushed, weepy tones: "He's done almost nothing but cry
+since he came home. Please be brief.
+"Roger?" A sniffle in response. "Do you remember me?" Nod. "Son, I came up here
+as a reporter, but I'd rather talk to you man-to-man. You're hurting because
+you're a good man, and you took a life"
-"Roger?" A sniffle in response. "Do you remember me?" Nod. "Son, I came up here as a reporter, but I'd rather talk to you man-to-man. You're hurting because you're a good man, and you took a life"
 "And then he said they weren't going to kill me"
-"Roger, when you attacked to free yourself, did you use a knife, gun, hammer? No. You used the only tool you had. And what the survivor did...he used the only tool he had: he lied. You'd seen them both, probably had enough information to catch them. And when I said it was his only tool. Yes, he had a gun. But no man knows whether he can kill until he is faced with it. You can, and did. There is no shame in that...you're not a stew chicken, grown only to be killed. You're a Man, an faced death. And now you know"
+"Roger, when you attacked to free yourself, did you use a knife, gun, hammer?
+No. You used the only tool you had. And what the survivor did...he used the only
+tool he had: he lied. You'd seen them both, probably had enough information to
+catch them. And when I said it was his only tool. Yes, he had a gun. But no man
+knows whether he can kill until he is faced with it. You can, and did. There is
+no shame in that...you're not a stew chicken, grown only to be killed. You're a
+Man, an faced death. And now you know"
 "But--"
-"And....and it never made the papers, and I worry that it haunts you...but I talked to three doctors, and they all said that swallowing was pure reflex. There was nothing you could do about it. Does that cover the tears?" Another nod. "Visit me in the city soon, and I'll buy you a sandwich, and we can talk about it. Rest, Roger" Walking past everyone in the house, without raising his eyes, Noah left.
+"And....and it never made the papers, and I worry that it haunts you...but I
+talked to three doctors, and they all said that swallowing was pure reflex.
+There was nothing you could do about it. Does that cover the tears?" Another
+nod. "Visit me in the city soon, and I'll buy you a sandwich, and we can talk
+about it. Rest, Roger" Walking past everyone in the house, without raising his
+eyes, Noah left.
-"And Professor, that story was for one purpose, and one purpose alone--to let you know that if you attack me, I *will* kill you, even if you mortally wound me. I am cold, powerful, and relentless. And with all your strength, you couldn't even make me bleed. Also, knowing you are a coward who needs to fortify himself before committing violence---you drank fast and recently. So the story was to take time for the liquor to finish you. I took your hate every day, and desperately wanted to respect you, so I could learn from you. But no. All you get from me is the cold of the grave" Something flowed out of me, and Sorenson fell face first to the ground.
+"And Professor, that story was for one purpose, and one purpose alone--to let
+you know that if you attack me, I *will* kill you, even if you mortally wound
+me. I am cold, powerful, and relentless. And with all your strength, you
+couldn't even make me bleed. Also, knowing you are a coward who needs to fortify
+himself before committing violence---you drank fast and recently. So the story
+was to take time for the liquor to finish you. I took your hate every day, and
+desperately wanted to respect you, so I could learn from you. But no. All you
+get from me is the cold of the grave" Something flowed out of me, and Sorenson
+fell face first to the ground.
 I finished my walk to the library, and felt nothing. no pain, no hate, nothing
-Then there was the shooting m senior year....but I'm about done talking, now. Take care, Billy.
+Then there was the shooting m senior year....but I'm about done talking, now.
+Take care, Billy.
 -----
-I looked it up; in the world wars something less than 20% of soldiers fired their weapon at an enemy. Modern training is designed to make a man *willing* to kill. But shuffling through my notes so far, 99 hasn't admitted to killing anyone. Maybe the important thing is that he knows. And leaves me wondering if part of my love of the romantic ideal of the war correspondent is just me avoiding the question. Is this book even going to be *about* him?
---My Novel classes always said you have to write at least 900 pages to make a 300 page novel. I think they were being optimistic, but I'm not going to be trendy and make it a trilogy...Noah, 99 and me
+I looked it up; in the world wars something less than 20% of soldiers fired
+their weapon at an enemy. Modern training is designed to make a man *willing* to
+kill. But shuffling through my notes so far, 99 hasn't admitted to killing
+anyone. Maybe the important thing is that he knows. And leaves me wondering if
+part of my love of the romantic ideal of the war correspondent is just me
+avoiding the question. Is this book even going to be *about* him?
+--My Novel classes always said you have to write at least 900 pages to make a
+page novel. I think they were being optimistic, but I'm not going to be
+trendy and make it a trilogy...Noah, 99 and me