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Tom Morris

Published by Tom Morris at Smashwords

Copyright 2012, Tom Morris

All places, characters and events in this publication other than those clearly in the public domain are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

When we look back I suppose we all see things we regret having done, things that if only we had made other decisions, followed other paths, how different our lives and the lives of others would have been. When those decisions, often thoughtlessly made, without any regard to the consequences, lead to the hideous death of a friend and to ourselves being taken to the brink of insanity, then how much more painful it is, how much more we are consumed with guilt.

It was some fifteen years ago that I came up to Leeds University to study and then to take up a junior lectureship in the Department of Chemistry. I had always had a fascination for this branch of science, dissolving scraps of metal in acids, precipitating strange coloured sludges from their solutions or growing multi-faceted crystals. The seeming transmutation of such substances seemed to offer an insight into a world of possibilities beyond the everyday experiences of my childhood. Not unnaturally such ideas were a little blunted by the hard graft of adsorbing and regurgitating a sufficient quantity of mundane knowledge imparted by lecturers who seemed to have no sense of wonder regarding the possibilities of their discipline. None the less I persevered and after I graduated an offer of research provided me with the opportunity to remain at University which had become the centre of my existence, for by now I had discovered the immense wealth of knowledge held within its libraries. I began to explore areas away from my primary discipline, firstly alchemy and then the more esoteric theories of the hermetic arts which lead me into a study of the occult. It was during this period that I first met Derek Davidson. As undergraduates we shared accommodation in the Headingley area, not too far from the sports ground where we used to go at weekends to watch Leeds Rhinos play Rugby League before sampling the pleasures of the nearby Royal Oak public house. Derek's world was mathematics at which he was by all accounts virtually a genius. He was totally immersed in his subject and destined to achieve world renown. In particular he relished cosmology and had already published several papers on aspects of the higher dimensions, Superstring theory and the Holographic Universe. Concepts which were far beyond me. None the less, for some strange reason we had struck up a strong accord and remained firm friends. A friendship that remained even in later years when Derek decided that he had had enough of the cosmopolitan atmosphere of North Leeds and decided on a complete change, renting a small cottage tucked way near a village not far from neighbouring Harrogate. We remained in close contact however, visiting each other every few weeks or so.

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