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Title:		Sleuth
Experience:		185040
Archetype:		Very Smart
Age:		4784 days
Gender:		male
Sleuth Theme:		The Green Hand
Last Login:		May-25-2011
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Detective Biography

After having lost many friends for a few cubes of Belgian sand I returned to Cambridge to teach philosophy. Before the great war I adored logical positivism, but this love had abandoned me when I was in the trenches. “Facts” sounds great, but the word is simply undefinable. Wittgenstein and his Viennese comrades had, despite their intentions, created their own speculative metaphysics.

During my post-war Cambridge years I turned to rationalist metaphysics with a simple axiom of common sense in mind: “If you cannot beat them, then join them”. I studied and prophetized Descartes, Spinoza and Leibniz. However, the academic fashion was far behind me with regard to criticism of the Wiener Kreis and my heinous colleagues worked me out of my chair. My books didn't get published and my papers were left unread. Brilliance and appreciation scarcely go together.

Disillusioned, I found a job as a pianist aboard a cruise ship. Indeed it is not much of an honor and frequently I had to endure 'requests' for 'pop artists' and 'jazz standards' while I was playing Beethoven's sonatas or Chopin's ballads. To put it more simple, the only thankful public I had was me. But I loved it because it gave me the opportunity to revive an old skill and to put together what I had analyzed in the foregoing years.

I realized that music and transcendental ontology are intrinsically connected and in my spare time I tried to work that out in a Buddhist fashion. I won't bother you with the details. It failed. I am still not sure why, all my intuitions seemed correct but at some point the grammar of Sanskrit was untranslatable into modern thought and neither could both be reduced to one universal grammar. After having puzzled for five years between Cape Town and the Caribbean I quit the project and left the ship.

I went to New York and turned towards poetry and bohemianism. Finally I had time to enjoy social life. My artistic mode of existence made me popular, especially with the part of humanity that I hadn't had much time for in the last decades – the female. In my NY heydays I had structural intimate encounters between lectures, opera premieres and gallery openings with twelve different women. The twelfth, unfortunately, had some mob friends who took my money by force and per consequens robbed me of my relations and much of my dignity.

For a while I lived on the streets. To be honest, being unemployed and homeless is a great stimulus for a poet. I wrote at least 600 poems in a month, got 20 of them published and rented a small apartment in Brooklyn. In the first week five neighbors were lethally shot. I decided to put my analytical skills in service of the community.

I solved all five cases within another week. The news spread quickly and I considered the establishment of a sleuth agency until a charming lady with the appearance of a Minoan princess stepped into my office and proposed me to come to London and join them. I accepted.

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The Murders in the Rue Morgue
Edgar Allan Poe