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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=363043" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Friend Oliver</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My name is Roberts, <br>a reporter I used to be; <br>until one day I was sent to interview <br>an interesting man <br>whose name was Oliver Cyriax.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was many year ago <br>that I first met him <br>and much to my surprise <br>he asked me to be his official biographer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stood against a fireplace <br>with his briar pipe in his hand. <br>He then went to tell me <br>stories from distant lands. <br>He wasn’t adventurer, but a ghost hunter of sorts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sat there in amazement <br>at all the things he said. <br>Those stories weren’t for recording, <br>at least not yet. <br>They were told to explain to me <br>of the kind of life he lead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His career if you want to call it that <br>started in the middle 1800’s <br>on a Tramp Steamer <br>and lasted for more than half a century. <br>The strange things he saw <br>at times made my blood run cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He seemed a very quiet man <br>who was content with his life. <br>He did not appear to be someone <br>you would expect for the job that he did.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He smiled when he spoke <br>of a couple of amusing tales <br>he had been involved in <br>and looked sad at others <br>which had taken something from his life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He related tales of horror, <br>which made you, shiver when he spoke. <br>He related tales of mystery <br>of which some were never to be solved. <br>He told me how he had lost friends <br>with their encounter with the unknown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When he finished speaking, <br>I told him I would be honoured <br>to become his official biographer. <br>Therefore, started a thirty odd year friendship <br>that I hoped would never end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From time to time, we would meet <br>and fresh new stories he would tell, <br>right up until the time <br>he retired and moved away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I got a letter yesterday <br>to say he was happy now. <br>He was far away <br>from any ghostly goings on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I write this as an introduction <br>to a character I’m going to write about <br>as I delve into his casebook <br>and tell the world <br>about the strange things that he did see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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a reporter I used to be; 
until one day I was sent to interview 
an interesting man 
whose name was Oliver Cyriax.

It was many year ago 
that I first met him 
and much to my surprise 
he asked me to be his official biographer..."></div>
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