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 Message: 35695682, 23 lines
 Imported: 9:49pm EDT, Wed May 25/94
 Subject: heather
 To: Kris Fazzari, fazzari@umich.edu, jlarke@umich.edu, liamr@umich.edu,
     reeshau@hebron.connected.com, sodapop@chico.css.itd.umich.edu
 From: seddy@mpcc.org
 
 	The web is nearly complete;  I may now commence in tightening it
 around my goal.  Jasra is proving extremely useful, and I have not even
 begun to manipulate her.  I cannot afford to consider my plans complete or
 certain at this stage, but I indulge myself in a general feeling that I
 shall emerge victorious.  Time is rapidly becoming more important,
 however, and I may have to take extra steps to ensure that I shall have
 enough.  Father, for example, is certain to block my move, given a chance. 
 This, he must not have.  Much as it pains me, his invalid period must be
 extended.  I fool no one, of course, myself least of all;  I shall relish
 the opportunity to give a little back.  It may do no good at all, anyway,
 aside from the possibly therapeutic value, since Fiona has no doubt
 already taken steps to prevent my bid for power.  Hopefully, the Fount
 will prove to not be the unique phenomenon it is held to be.  With any
 luck, though, I can analyze its function and use before I can be rendered
 moot.
 	Even without that obvious route to power, I have so many other
 threads cast to ensnare what bits of it I may.  I can even attempt to
 convince myself that the game's the thing, but then the rest of the quote
 is brought to mind along with several unwelcome connotations.  I shall
 have to settle for remaining cheerfully optimistic about my bid for
 all-being status.  If I can't win in this Reality, after all, I always
 have the option of escape...