1 *This letter is written after "Hannibal." May be a little sappy, but
watch that movie sometime, you could tell that he loved her. *
Dear Clarice,
I am writing you from a place so far away from you. I don't know whether that is a good thing or if that is of a disadvantage to me or not. But I do wonder constantly what would have happened if I had cut your hand instead of mine. Oh what could have been Clarice, if you hadn't denied me what I wanted. But why should I tell you what I wanted after what happened to us in our last encounter. How is Paul doing with most of his frontal lobe missing? I tell you it made for a delicious snack on my flight. I apologize for the short dinner, but since that you, decided to have uninvited guests come into our small dinner; I had to make haste and end our date somewhat abruptly.
Tell me, did you have fun in our little game of molding my fate? Because, I did not enjoy that. I expected more running from you. But I can't blame you for the inconvenience that Mason Verger inflicted upon us. I do hope those wild boars enjoyed their provision of Mason. I now think I should have fed him to the dogs. But nevertheless, he's really incapacitated and there is no longer any need to worry about him ever again.
I am afraid that I must depart from you now, but you need not worry about running. You made me come halfway around the world, and that I thank you immensely for. But now it is time for a new game, a game that I know that I will surely enjoy, my dear, do drown out those sounds of the lambs. I will hope to hear more things of you soon my dear. Maybe, this time around, it will be something to commend your precious FBI titles this time my dear. Good hunting my dear.
Sincerely,
Hannibal Lecter M.D.
P.S. Thank you very much for the parting gift that you were so kind to leave me in our last encounter. In the form of a kiss so to speak, I did love the taste of you Clarice. Maybe one day, we'll get to play that game I was talking about. One day soon I hope...
Ta, Ta,
H
* That's all for now folks, I hoped you enjoyed it!*
Dear Clarice,
I am writing you from a place so far away from you. I don't know whether that is a good thing or if that is of a disadvantage to me or not. But I do wonder constantly what would have happened if I had cut your hand instead of mine. Oh what could have been Clarice, if you hadn't denied me what I wanted. But why should I tell you what I wanted after what happened to us in our last encounter. How is Paul doing with most of his frontal lobe missing? I tell you it made for a delicious snack on my flight. I apologize for the short dinner, but since that you, decided to have uninvited guests come into our small dinner; I had to make haste and end our date somewhat abruptly.
Tell me, did you have fun in our little game of molding my fate? Because, I did not enjoy that. I expected more running from you. But I can't blame you for the inconvenience that Mason Verger inflicted upon us. I do hope those wild boars enjoyed their provision of Mason. I now think I should have fed him to the dogs. But nevertheless, he's really incapacitated and there is no longer any need to worry about him ever again.
I am afraid that I must depart from you now, but you need not worry about running. You made me come halfway around the world, and that I thank you immensely for. But now it is time for a new game, a game that I know that I will surely enjoy, my dear, do drown out those sounds of the lambs. I will hope to hear more things of you soon my dear. Maybe, this time around, it will be something to commend your precious FBI titles this time my dear. Good hunting my dear.
Sincerely,
Hannibal Lecter M.D.
P.S. Thank you very much for the parting gift that you were so kind to leave me in our last encounter. In the form of a kiss so to speak, I did love the taste of you Clarice. Maybe one day, we'll get to play that game I was talking about. One day soon I hope...
Ta, Ta,
H
* That's all for now folks, I hoped you enjoyed it!*