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But I did know he had already upset his peers at Stanford University by commencing experiments with Kirlian photography--which had been developed by Semyon and Valentina Kirlian at Kazakh State University in Alma-Ata, Kazakh, USSR. Tiller had become a very energetic Kirlian researcher, one of the first of many others. Puthoff dropped me off--but I think he was somewhat impressed that I was going to dinner at the Tiller’s. I mentioned that I was also going to meet Shafica Karagulla there. He said: "Gosh!" The Tiller place was somewhat palatial--by my standards, anyway. But then the entire Menlo Park residential areas are somewhat palatial. Bill is about five inches taller than I, and he seemed to tower down at me in the entry hall when he said: "Shafia is like a hawk; I hope you two get along." Jean Tiller emerged from somewhere and we greeted as if we’d known each other for years. Then we went into the living room. The lights hadn’t been turned on, but the beautiful sunset was reflecting off the swimming pool just outside. Karagulla was sitting in a big couch silhouetted against this light. I could make out a white blouse, black skirt, a shock of black hair--and two eyes gleaming, piercing and narrowed--with suspicion it turned out, because Karagulla did not accept surface appearances about ANYTHING. Bill and Jean took orders for drinks--and then nervously rushed, it seemed to me, out of the room to fetch them. I sat on the couch somewhat apart from The Woman.