Twice Told Tales Page #2

If so,

what could be

in the earth

above the crypt

to make it so?

Alex,

could this be some sort

of virgin spring?

A liquid so pure that

its very fundamental

structure is unknown?

If you've found

anything as pure

as that in this

sinful world,

you are indeed

a genius.

I have known such

purity only once before.

Sylvia.

It takes such a purity

to make a man

forget all other women

for as long as he lives.

Now, Carl,

now that you know

what you don't know

about that stuff,

do you mind if we get out

of this unholy room?

Just, just,

one moment,

there's just one other

test that I must make.

What are you going

to do with that?

We've seen

that this liquid

can preserve

the illusion of life.

Now let us see

if it can restore it.

Restore life?

Yes.

You're not serious.

It's only

an experiment, Alex.

Are you too old

for curiosity?

Do you see?

It's alive again.

A fragrance as sweet

as the day

Sylvia gave it to me.

Do you realize

what that means?

No.

I'm not sure

that I want to know

what it means.

This is the work

of the devil.

The devil?

He wouldn't have anything

to do with such happiness.

What are you

talking about?

Alex,

suppose I were

to drink

some of this liquid

and become young again.

Carl, you're out

of your mind.

Don't you see, Alex?

You could drink some, too,

and we'd have another life

of such friendship.

I'd hardly call that

the work of the devil.

Do you think

it's a possibility?

Well, I,

I'll be the first to try.

Oh, no.

What if it should turn out

to be some sort of poison?

You saw the second

coffin in the crypt.

My old friend,

I trust you'll make all

necessary arrangements.

I'll pray for you.

To Sylvia,

who has either brought us

eternal youth or

just eternity.

Do you feel anything?

No.

Carl, perhaps it only works

on things like flowers.

Carl.

Carl,

what is it?

I feel faint,

feverish.

Carl.

Look.

My face!

Alex!

Tell me

what you see.

Carl, I can't believe it!

You could be your own son!

I can't wait

to have you join me.

Come, drink the liquid!

Hurry, hurry!

Hurry, my old friend.

Yes, I am hurrying.

Do you remember

the fine figure

you cut

in your youth?

Tall, handsome.

My old friend,

you had the grace

of a panther.

I did, didn't I?

Now you shall

have it again.

Drink, drink!

By George, you didn't

walk into a room,

you glided in.

When you twirled

your cloak about,

I used to think

you were the most

magnificent thing I ever saw.

Did you really?

Oh, I begin

to feel it now.

The fever?

Good, you're going back

through the years.

Oh, this dizziness...

Oh, Carl.

Perhaps the liquid

and whiskey don't mix.

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