I have been traveling this waste of insects and filth since 1912, when I was called by the king to do so. I accepted, Longing for adventure, as well as for another reason...There it is again, a sharp pain in my mind, I thought of her again. for the truth was I accepted to take my mind off Eleanora.
We met at Oxford, she a major in English, I a major in archaeology. She was beautiful. Her long red hair flowed in the wind, her beauty bestowed upon me to take care of. we were married 3 years later. We led a calm, happy life, that is, until she became afflicted. The Tuberculosis killed many, her one of them. I remember how she was the last day. she lay in bed in her best green gown, a sight to behold, and then her soul slipped away, to the heavens above.
And so I traveled to the land of Africa, to study the peoples of the congo. It was one day, The 5th of April that I found it.
I was very Surprised indeed. a tall stone gate is not something you see in this country!
but some thing formed in the deep mirror of the door that shook me further.
It was Eleanora! She stood before me, clear as day! Wearing the same gown she wore those 3 years past. She was Beautiful, A horrid Beauty that never should grace the eyes of man!
I reached out, touching her hand. All I could feel was cold, and the skin was bloodided and gray, like a dead mans'.
She began to fade. I called to her, begged her PLEADED her not to go, but go she did. I stood there calling for hours, but nothing arose.
And So I Shall Never See Again The Fair Beauty That Is Eleanora!