Delivered-To: email@example.com Received from: 188.8.131.52 with SMTP id 5-6576633666723; Received from: 184.108.40.206 with SMTP id 6-6964736; Received from: mx19.gmail.com (mx19.gmail.com [220.127.116.11]) by mx19.gmail.com with ESMTPS id xhus.z88229x.10.17.12.48.46 (version=TLSv1/SSLv3 cipher=OTHER); by mx19.gmail.com with ESMTPS id xhus.z88229x.10.17.12.48.46 Received-SPF: neutral (gmail.com: 18.104.22.168 client-ip=22.214.171.124;) Authentication-Results: mx19.gmail.com; spf=neutral ; dkim=pass (test mode) firstname.lastname@example.org Received from: 126.96.36.199 with SMTP id 5-6 1-733073377; Message-ID:<10-ESGA-YRPMYXOLW-GIRQHRYZP@gmail.com> From: 'Felicia Hajra-Lee' <email@example.com> Reply-to: <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Exotic Matters To: P. A. Chapeau <email@example.com> <span style="color:#ccc">MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary='6703:-7006-3304341173057114-34016308-371376126107:6509-73027110' Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii I sure as hell am not Devra Bogdanovich. I am a real person and a real writer. This novel Ďcame to meí while I was staying at a hotel right off the Place de la Bastille. I can't describe the feeling, my mind was blank, dealing with something banal like the fact that I needed to have my skirt pressed, and then it was just there, the whole thing, and even to this day I can recall every word of it perfectly from memory. And as much as I hate falling for what is clearly bait (I deal with schoolchildren, I can read you like a book), Ií'll bite. Hereí is another chapter. These are things that haven't happened yet, to the best of my knowledge. Or maybe they have, I have no way of knowing. Though, as I mentioned, this inspiration didn't come to me with a calendar attached. It was just like it was real experience -- when I look into my mind it's like Iím living inside this woman who, to all appearances, is a real person. The fact is, I was reading your board. My experience is very much like Tychoís experience, even thought I hate that that may mean I come off sounding as kooky and disturbed as he clearly is. I just donít want to get hauled off like he did, so a personal meeting is absolutely absolutely out of the question. In fact, Iím thinking about changing my name and perhaps moving away from my current residence. And, NIA, if youíre reading this, which I know you are, DO NOT even THINK about kidnapping me. Iíve got a copy of the whole novel in a safe place, and if anything happens to me, its all going to come to light. Some of it shines rather poorly on you, and it would better if that were not for good reason. Stay away from me. Anyway, you've managed to con me out of Chapter 2, but from here on out, this is a for profit proposition ONLY. Felicia "P. A. Chapeau" <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote: Felicia, We got it and read it. It was incredibly informative, to say the least. In a previous email I sent you the link to my online investigation boards. As you can see, Professor Bogdanovich is a very real person -- unless Stanford made her up, which seems a bit unlikely. It all leads all of us to another question. Are you what you purport to be, or are you perhaps an insider, even the Professor herself writing this under a pseudonym? Obviously, as the events in this have already passed, we canít know whether you actually foresaw these events or whether you had some other source of knowledge. We will be much more convinced when we see events that have not happened yet. -PAC P.S. If you really are Devra Bogdanovich, we want to help.