Just as there can be no right moment for a beginning, so also can there be no right moment for a text. That’s why texts cannot but roll in thick and fast.
Even before he crossed the border from one kingdom to the other, Hektor Maille received the message from the «Buro», that V-man Aral as well had departed towards east and had been able to deposit a message in the ruins of Angkor. That is what on would call consonance of beautiful souls, thought Maille – beautiful, somewhat dusty souls.