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MARCOS DONNELLY

BLOODLETTING

WE'VE ALL BUT IGNORED the most arresting development of our century: the shift
away from scientists crafting theories based on nature, to scientists pillaging
nature for evidence of their favorite theories. Massive vector bosons, MACHO and
WIMP dark matter . . . good Lord, gentlemen, could we please return to the
essence of things?"

Dr. Henri Elobert

1992 Paper to La Societe

"Blueshift," Kantell said as he looked up from the astroplot they'd prepared
from last Christ day's readings. He said it casually, as if saying "meteor
shower" or "solar flare."

Tern looked angry. "Impossible! A supercluster that large and that far out -- in
blueshift!"

The dozen other heads in the room nodded. Of course it was impossible. They'd
only just discovered this new supercluster, but no clusters so near the cosmic
horizon blueshifted. Every major piece of the Universe was moving away from
every other major piece. The cosmic rule of thumb was redshift.

But Ledeirsen came running into the room with astroplots from Bloodday
observations, just last night.

"Another one," he said, out of breath. "There's another one."

She first comes to kill me out from a shadowed corner of my monastery cell. I
know what she is -- my own reaction tells me. I have been taught, again and
again, that if one of the satans comes to steal off the soul of a sacerdote to a
place in the Hells, that satan will attack the priest's weakness, his Most
Grievous Inner Sin.

My Most Grievous Inner Sin is flesh lust, and she is beautiful.

She -- no, it, for I must keep my wits -- is guised as one of the women beyond
the Holy Walls: long strings of black hair hanging from the open front of her
hood, and the thick chest flesh tight against her umber robe. But I have readied
myself for this, and I know to hate the tempter. I know enough to want to grab
its throat and rip out its life in the Name of the Christ Son, first Believer in
the Bloodletting for the Fatherhead.

The satan appears to me in year twenty-seven of Benedictus the Fifty-first, nine
hundred and eighty-third Pope since Remus and the Christ Son together laid the