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The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2009-10-29T07:53:00.009-04:00

Entry: 03 May 1919, Part IIAs we entered Llandanwg, I had Louis drive past the village square and down the first side road. A few houses along, looking as well-tended as I had left it, was my home and clinic. My neighbour, Ewen, from across the road saw us approach, and waved to me. His wave was welcoming enough, but had a touch of the conspiratorial about it. As well, there was no booming, "

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2009-10-04T06:43:00.004-04:00

Entry: 03 May 1919, Part II had been writing some time, and concentrating enough on what I was writing to avoid thinking about the choppiness of the open waves, and their effect on my stomach, when I heard Shelagh and her voice once again sneak up behind me.“A writer as a well as a doctor, eh?”“No, well, not exactly. My journal. I suppose I fancy myself a bit of a memoirist.”“Ah, ‘The life

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2009-10-01T08:28:00.011-04:00

Entry: 30 Apr 1919Even though Renate allowed me to rest until well past ten o'clock in a semi-comfortable, semi recumbent position in a chair next to the bed in which Martin lay recuperating, the next morning came far too early. It came as well with a quiet, forceful tap on my shoulder, and an urgent whisper in my ear."Doctor. Doctor Rhys-Myers!" My eyes had yet to open; but, my senses were

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2009-07-22T06:30:00.011-04:00

Entry: 29 Apr 1919As anxious as I was to learn exactly how intricately the piece that was Martin fit into the puzzle, and as equally anxious as I was to find out where the zhu was (it was going to take some time to get used to calling it that), no sooner had I put down my pen from recording my otherworldly journey then I discovered myself not terribly comfortably face-down on the writing desk

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2009-06-30T05:32:00.005-04:00

Entry: 27 Apr 1919, Part IVFor a moment, I stood as if a statue of myself. It could not be her. She could not be here. But then, by all that my imagination could until so recently call conceivable, I should not be here either. Yet, here I was. And there she was.In that instant, I bolted for her; but, before I could take even three steps, I was grabbed quickly, and forcibly, by Pao. If ever I

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2009-06-04T10:16:00.010-04:00

Entry: 27 Apr 1919, Part IIIWhen this time I awoke, it was to the smell of food. Warm, and inviting, the scent of something unmistakably baked and sweet greeted my nose. My nose was also greeted by the tickle of a furry, young muzzle and whiskers inches from it.“Are you awake yet?”I opened one eye. “Almost,” I replied.A moment passed. “Are you awake now?”“Getting there,” I said.Another moment

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2009-05-31T08:39:00.004-04:00

Entry: 27 Apr 1919, Part IIWhen I awoke, it was to the scent of lilacs.I was warm. I was lying down. I was comfortable. And I was staring into the benign face of what I could only describe as a six-foot tall river otter.“You’re awake. Good. No, don’t move just yet; your muscles are probably still a bit stiff. And I suspect my appearance must be rather startling, to say the least.” It - he?

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2009-04-01T10:34:00.003-04:00

Entry: 27 Apr 1919, Part ITwo days. By the date on the newspaper delivered by the concierge, by the date on the calendar on my hotel room wall, by the date I have written on the top of this page, only two days have passed since my last entry. This simply cannot be. According to every scientific principle by which I have lived my life, this cannot be; yet, I cannot deny the truth. Either truth

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2009-02-07T17:00:00.002-05:00

Entry: 25 Apr 1919There are times in the course of a person's life when the pace of events far outstrips the ability of the individual to comprehend their meaning, or even to follow the direction in which that person might believe they are being pushed. One becomes convinced that one's destiny is completely at the whim of people and forces far outside their sphere of control. Often, to the

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2008-09-17T06:11:00.005-04:00

Entry: 22 Apr 1919We arrived at the Dorotheum at 8:00 a.m., two hours before the auction was scheduled to commence. It was my hope that such an early arrival would give us a chance, either openly, or surreptitiously, to survey the items for auction, and isolate in our own minds as best we could which of the gems presented – if any – might be those faux amethysts that have given us such cause for

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2008-06-23T06:08:00.004-04:00

Entry: 21 Apr 1919.After a remarkably trouble-free rail passage, we arrived in Vienna last night. I write “remarkably trouble-free” because, so few months after the end of the War, I would have expected the Continent still to be reeling at every level from the four years of savagery inflicted upon it. I take this recovery as the best of signs. Like a patient struggling to overcome the effects

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2008-04-10T03:43:00.004-04:00

Entry: 16 Apr 1919.Today has been a day of revelations and resolutions.After spending much of the last two days reliving animatedly those events of last August (those August days – I should note here in an aside – included an unsuccessful attempt of ours to infiltrate those very woods of which the Austrian soldier had spoke so mysteriously; apparently, the Allied Forces had become as aware as us

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2008-03-07T17:14:00.004-05:00

Entry: 15 Apr 1919.I consider myself a man of science above all else. The natural world obeys laws, observable laws, and the greatest advances of this new 20th Century I believe will be the result of the continued discovery, understanding, and application of these laws. The history of mankind is no more and no less than the story of our ascent from our brutish, savage

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2008-01-29T02:56:00.003-05:00

Entry: 13 Apr 1919.Amiens. It is not easy for me to reconcile my memories of this place with the tranquility I have seen laid out before me the two days I have been here, but then, war and its hideous leavings should never be more than an ulcerous blemish upon the sweet face of existence. At least, that is what I believe. My friend, Martin Lebeque, believes otherwise. Sadly, history might

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2007-12-11T17:14:00.002-05:00

Entry: 03 Apr 1919.It has been ten days since my most unfortunate discovery at Jones' cottage, and my hopes that any quick answers would be afforded any of us in this mystery have been sadly optimistic, and equally sadly mistaken. In truth, the mystery has only deepened.For three days after being the last to see poor Jones alive, I tried futilely to analyze the substance that I assumed was all

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2006-05-12T16:13:00.002-04:00

Entry: 24 March 1919.The Jones family had been the village’s woodworkers for many generations, but only in the last few years had they moved out of the village, to take up residence in a cottage and workshop on the edge of the forest. The reason for him moving his family was one of those odd tales that often it seems only we Welsh can produce. Jones’ brother was a foul-tempered inebriate who,

The Journal of Dr. Colwyn Rhys-Myers

2006-03-31T16:57:00.003-05:00

(This journal was discovered in the remote files of the University of Wales in 1972, after it had been placed there at the behest of the family estate some fifteen years earlier. Since then, it has been a source of interest, and occasional study, to scholars and researchers of what is generally known to the public as "paranormal science". Its author passed away in 1954 after a respected - if

The Other Half

2006-03-11T18:27:00.001-05:00

...and the Illinois Branch of the Institute still exists...It must. In a world going mad, in a world drowning in waves of its own cultural stupidity, in a world were the sale of one of Paris Hilton's handbags could feed a small country, in a world where polar bears could soon wind up on your doorstep because they have nowhere else to go, in a world where any chance of a meaningful existence

The Why, The What, The Who...

2006-03-10T23:31:00.000-05:00

My good friend Iain S. W. and I started the Institute of Collosal Enigmas (or I*SEE*Enigmas or ICE for short) when we were in High School (think late 70s). We met in one of the after school programs...I was his printer and he was the school editor. Then a couple of years later he was running for student president in his last year at North Toronto Collegiate Institute and I made myself his