Admiring his friend Vladimiro's audacity, deploring his rashness, perhaps reproving his lack of persistency with this morsel of tragedy, Iven Séguin decided to get stuck in himself.Carbon Nitrogen Ratio Analysis applied to the earthy residue might quite easily give some interesting results; the admonitory dose being administered all they had to do was wait-it seemed so easy....at least at first. Alexandre L'Angelier (never an unsympathetic fellow) had agreed to be a support 'at this difficult time'. Alexandre was always there just when you needed him most. Iven was going to subjugate Alexandre to his purpose thus despoiled him of his wrath at not having the solution immediately at the ready. It seemed easy enough. Having drawn a deep breath of anticipation with an awful grimace of devoutness Séguin got stuck in when at Alexandre's burlesque class in Burbank Blvd where they had agreed to meet on account of L'Angelier's busy schedule.A close, hard sky, a transparent prison, narrowed his powers, even mocked him but this was ignored. There was no mistaking him the dispensing of splendid hospitality came easy to Alexandre. There had been freakouts about wardrobe malfunctions but that fortunately had blown over. It was considerate of a fellow student to show some degree of chivalry upon occasions like the present by offering an item of clothing of his own. "An odd combination of interests Alexandre: - CNRA with the theatrical," mooted Séguin taking in the surroundings. L'Angelier didn't treat this like it was elemental artillery but was surprisingly open-a born nobleman in his friendliness. They were bound to sink misunderstandings in such a climate. "I didn't mean to drag you here but my itinerary was busy; I was sure it might prove an interesting foreground feature." "What got you into CNRA?" "To get to the genesis of this you have to delve deep into my educational history. My career at UCLA promised at one time after that to be almost creditable, but it ended in nothing. I was not a good student Séguin, because, I flattered myself, I was too good a fellow-though I say so myself. I loved pleasure too much to apply myself to work, was too self-indulgent to deny myself anything or give up my hedonistic habits." "You were Alexandre the libertine." "I heard that quite a lot-or 'Alexandre the Effete' was another that got thrown my way even-on one occasion Alexandre the Epicurean or Diletante. Anything that was vaguely sybaritic or opulent got thrown my way. Sir William Howe was of sybaritic temperament apparently I got compared to him a lot-whoever Sir William Howe ." "Sticks 'n stones! I despised the plodding ways of stalwart like Fedro Arcuri even more than I did the dullness of Cesare Piazza." "Contemporaries of yours L'Angelier." "Putting it mildly. Why should I delve into Forensic entomology, phenotyping plus gloveprint analysis when I had all the toxicology. I was sure that when the correct moment came I could gen up easily surpass the painfully slow-like monotony of plodding. If I had an uneasy realization that Fedro was growing in this craft, that Cesare Piazza, to whom I used to read Mobile device forensics, had somehow come to understand the language better than I then this did not show. However, this was only an occasional awakening, too unpleasant to harbor but for a short while."