Lehal Library

Well, no, depending on stress factors. But I don t like to do too many at once, because I fear I will begin to superimpose my impressions." "Well, we may not have to do all of them," Axel said cryptically. "Do you know who George Leonard is, or ever heard of him?" "No." "You're quite sure?" "Well, I've met hundreds of people by now, but I don't recall any George Leonard. There's a Leonard at SRI, but I can't remember names very well, anyway. Faces I remember better," Axel immediately fumbled in a folder, pulling out five photographs. "Are any of these familiar?" "Well, one is Dr. Karlis Osis, and this other one works out at SRI, but E don't know his name* I've never seen the other three, one of whom I suppose is your Mr, Leonard." "Well, good, then. We seem to be in good shape. Now, how about a work-out in the gym, and then I'll join you for dinner. We can start early tomorrow morning-" So, the initial interview was over. I am not an exercise buff, but I wanted to go to the gym hoping to see more people and more of this astonishing underground facility. I was to be disappointed. The twins accompanied me along empty corridors to the locker room, and themselves got geared for exercise. Built like brick shit-houses they were, and took turns doing hundreds of rapid push-ups, making me feel undeveloped, as I was, when it comes to physical strength and stamina. But they SPOKE every now and then - "Mr. Swann, that weight might be too heavy for you." NOW 1 could distinguish a DIFFERENCE between them. One had a Southern drawl, while the other had what I thought was Australian one, of all things. This set me wondering. Why, for example, if all this was ultra-secretive, had I been met by two men who were so obviously twins, and extraordinarily handsome. Surely this would have attracted attention in the museum's rotunda. But then I remembered it had not. And then I remembered, too, that most people notice very little to begin with. Gradually, I began to realise that the two actually did not look alike, they only SEEMED to in some inexplicable way. Suddenly I could see great differences between them. One, the Australian, was older. Their square jaws and green eyes were alike, but the noses were different, and one had narrower lips, Their haircuts and marvelous physiques were almost identical, but, as I couldn't help noticing in the locker room, the Southern was more endowed in the groin area.