[It was the sixties, baby. What else was on. Prior laughs, clasping his hands together with the pleasure of recognition and - something mutual. It's so rare here. Though, as Richie goes on he shakes his head. He doesn't talk to ghosts, they talk to him.]

I'm sure I couldn't say. All this ooky-spooky talk's giving me a case of the vapors. [He fans himself, momentarily a Southern Belle.] And revenge may be a dish best served cold, but who knows how one serves revenge for having been a dish yourself.

[He pauses a moment, indulging a slight tic of worrying a corner of his mouth in thought.]

I'm no student of the archaic and arcane, but I am curious, I admit. I wouldn't mind a look at the text. [Who knows if revelation's as applicable to ancient lore as it is to people. He has a book of dubious mysticism written through his blood: like may call to like.] My concern is why the translation's being done - the timing of it. Somebody protected this, and protected it well.