The Analyst

by John Katzenbach

“For today and for the purposes of the game, call me Virgil. Every poet needs a guide.”

said. But he felt momentarily foolish. His password was 37383 which translated from numerals into letters as FREUD and was so blatantly obvious that he almost blushed.

creation of Joe Bflspk,

Then we’ll see who draws the last breath, Because, Mr. R., even bad poets love death.

Betrayal, he thought to himself, has the potential to become far stronger than love.

“What did you tell me, once, Virgil? About your chosen name? ‘Everyone needs a guide upon the road to Hell.’

Ricky pushed forward rapidly on the sidewalk, and thought: He will want to move fast. He will want to resolve the matter immediately. He will not want to prepare or plan, as once he did. Now he will let cold rage utterly overcome all his instincts and all his training. But most important: Now he will make a mistake.

March was the month that actually saw the end of winter and suggested the beginning of spring, but was filled with false promise and deceptive winds. An unsettled month.

Hey man chill

He wished that he’d had the sense to bring a bottle of water, or a thermos of coffee, but he hadn’t. It is hard to plot murder, he thought, and remember the mundane at the same time.