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BELOW IS THE « MAD MANIFESTO » TITLED « CALMUS » . IT WILL CLARIFY FOR THE LIST AND FOR OTHER RECIPIENTS THE PSYCHIC STATE AND THE CONVOLUTED PLOTTING OF THE INDIVIDUAL IN QUESTION. NEITHER PROF. BUKHS NOR MR CONTE NOR I HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE DESTINATION, PROVENANCE OR SIGNATURE OF THIS TEXT; WE ARE BUT THE UNFORTUNATE FLAGS OF CONVENIENCE. PLEASE ALSO MENTION THAT I HAVE SINCE RECEIVED A LETTER THE GIST OF WHICH IS THAT TIME IS UP, AND THAT HENCEFORTH THE INDIVIDUAL IN QUESTION WILL BECOME “VLADIMIR NABOKOV’S PRIME ANNIHILATOR.” I REITERATE THAT DETAILS OF STYLE AND PUNCTUATION RESEMBLE AS CLOSELY AS POSSIBLE THOSE OF THE ORIGINAL.

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From: nora buhks [buhks(sic)@yahoo.com]

Sent: Wednesday, 19 January 2005 16:35

To: (DN)

Subject: calmus [“cease-fire”]

Mr. Nabokov,

It seems to me that we are following a course that is not very desirable for the image of the “Nabokovs”, and especially for the oeuvre of your father in the “long term” (cf. my experience at the Paris stock market). You know, when making an investment one must have all the information; and it is my impression that you are putting your faith in bad analysts. It also often happens that old fortunes get squandered: it is enough for a “Golden Boy” to arrive and adopt unusual methods.

The purpose of this letter is to provide you with full information about what has happened, what is happening and what will happen. It would be preferable that once you have read this letter, you reflect for a while, and contact neutral persons in order to arrive at the wisest decision.

Mark my words: neutral persons.

I would say, that it is necessary for you to avoid the counsel of those men (and WOMEN) who have led you to the sad situation in which you now find yourself.

Allow me first of all to point out what will happen in the very near future (providing you continue to follow advice from the same female counselors as before and adopt the same attitude toward events):

The Moscow trial will not satisfy me.

The case will be brought before the supreme court.

Which will not satisfy me either:
I shall then attack Russia in Strasburg.

This will take a number of years.

For all this, you will no longer be needed, Mr. Nabokov.

During those years the press will assault you (and me): Russian national and international politics, European affairs, mafias, laundered money, editorial and ideological matters-- everything will get involved.

The media will overflow Russian and French borders and, after some years, no one will know how this began.

For years, not only you, but particularly the oeuvre of your father will be ridiculed; you understand: when the press speaks of the events of September 11, 2001, most journalists emphasis that “is when aircraft piloted by kamikazes crashed in NY”.

The public will forget everything.

And after a few years people will say “who is Nabokov? Ah, it’s the guy who sent the Chechens to murder Anatoly Livry!”

Or else: the devil himself will break a leg! [a Russian saying]

Worse still, our story will deteriorate very fast, faster than hoped, it will overflow the limits planned for the Sorbonne scandal: one will have to call the Police. The Juge d’Instruction will call me. I, too, shall sue. This will all go to the journalists. And the newspaper articles will go to the Police: the devil himself will break a leg! [see above]

Your life and the lives of your “crew” will become unbearable. And all of this will lead to only one fact: RIDICULE of a “millionaire”, daddy’s boy who assaults a genius, a young super-creator.

Following that, it will be RIDICULE of daddy, since I am truly too gifted…..

You know, dear Sir, I am unpredictable, I never forgive, I never back off. An example?

In Russia, a shotgun has just recently been fired. Into the balls of a certain character. He will remain alive in a wheelchair: but he will live!

Twenty years later all will become clear: who and why.

What cop will find a link between what just happened in Moscow and the activities of this character who, seventeen years ago, was the boss of a gang that had, for several weeks, tormented a boy of 15?

In other words: I have no particular reasons to be fond either of you or of your gang for the following reason: when you libeled me on Nabokov-L and in the Moscow rag (I forget the name) it was for the sole purpose of doing harm, to destroy my scientific and literary career (the reaction of a shopkeeper who sees another shopkeeper opening on the same street).

According to Anatoly Livry, harm that has been done does not diminish with time. On the contrary it grows.

My suffering must be appeased.

In one way or another.

Actually, I prefer to cause suffering and to live like a predator: he toys with his victim, after which the victim is hacked to pieces: “Civilized” people have trouble understanding the link between these two phases. For me it is a natural sequence.

At the moment it is I who am toying.

They are suffering at the Sorbonne from what is going on.

1)Certain information, in envelopes has been received by a certain Mr. Rene Guerra in Nice, by a dozen Paris bitches, by a certain Mr. D….

Information about the “Electra complex”, about Beresovsky and the Chechens in the Slavic Studies amphitheatres, about…this information now circulates without intervention from me: this is called an “AVALANCHE”

2) In Russia and France, highly placed friends of your friends begin wondering. Business stops. One prefers to wait.

3) What, at the Sorbonne, had been intended to develop into a “scientific analysis” develops poorly. Professors and doctoral candidates telephone me “foaming at the mouth” ever more frequently. It is the females (of both sexes) and they hate like females, often without reason.

Only I am capable of setting everything in order.

Thus, I desire certain things in order to be appeased.

After this everything will once again be in order.

I shall be able to write: my genius will be “channeled” toward creativity and not demolition.

Everything that your image and that of your father will have, will be thanks to expressions of my genius in the media (sic).

The things I want are as follows:

1) You will pay me the sum of 300,000 euros.

Publicly. (this sum represents for me several months of pocket money)

2) you will announce in the media that what has happened is due to a misunderstanding: yellow journalism, libel on the internet paid for by two lesbians in Basel….

3) I shall receive apologies from the Sorbonne + a job + support for my doctorate + a dozen hot female cock-suckers….

4) My works shall be studied by those same cock-suckers at the Sorbonne etc. translated into various languages….

Thus everyone will be content.

Possibly you will want to act differently, for example assassinate me (which I would have done in your place a long time ago). So I inform you that thanks to journalists everything will immediately appear on the front page. That the Attorney General has been warned. That a contract on the life of a well known person living in the suburbs very close to Paris has already been made: photo provided, money paid (she has really fucked up too much, this person!): if anything happens to me, the contract will automatically be executed and she will shove herself around in a wheelchair until the time comes for her to depart for Persephone’s domain.

I have several other surprises in store (I like surprises: ask my wife in Basel!)

In other words, I WANT that everything I have lost be returned to me + a few damages and interests. Nothing more.

P.S. You should also be informed that

1) Everything must come from you and from the Sorbonne.

2) Everything must be in writing

3) Any allusion to this letter shall be considered a provocation.

4) I shall wait one month: during this month, everything will continue as planned a year ago: I shall stop only when I have received the entire “kit” that I demand.

5) At the end of one month from receipt of this letter any unfulfilled conditions of mine shall be annulled: a little later, one will be happy to give me double, but I shall not be interested.

MOST IMPORTANT: I am accustomed to the methods of the Brigade de Lutte Contre le Banditisme [anti-bandit brigade). Therefore: the hard disk of my PC contains no trace of this letter. The arrival of the BB [see above] at my house shall be considered a provocation.

Moreover: this letter is being sent from a PC located in Malesherbes-Sorbonne, 50 meters from the office of your devoted and respectful friend

Francis Conte