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BLOODLETTING
By Marcos Donnelly
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WEтАЩVE 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?тАЭ

Dr. Henri Elobert

1992 Paper to La Societe

тАЬBlueshift,тАЭ Kantell said as he looked up from the astroplot theyтАЩd prepared
from last Christ dayтАЩs readings. He said it casually, as if saying тАЬmeteor showerтАЭ or
тАЬsolar flare.тАЭ

Tern looked angry. тАЬImpossible! A supercluster that large and that far out тАФ
in blueshift!тАЭ

The dozen other heads in the room nodded. Of course it was impossible.
TheyтАЩd 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.

тАЬAnother one,тАЭ he said, out of breath. тАЬThereтАЩs another one.тАЭ

She first comes to kill me out from a shadowed corner of my monastery cell. I
know what she is тАФ 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 priestтАЩs weakness, his Most Grievous Inner Sin.

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

She тАФ no, it, for I must keep my wits тАФ 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
cornerstone of Roma.

It draws its hood back, and I am struck by the satanтАЩs incarnation. Not