Having followed the strange goings-on at the haunted house of HLAS for only some seven months, I am certainly not the best expert to assess all its mysteries correctly. Nevertheless, a few curious details have caught my eye.

As usual, when you arrive as a totally green newcomer to a strange place, you gradually sink into the bog of realizing what you have missed, that there is more to it than meets the eye, and that all the most fascinating phenomena belong to the past.

IS THE LAST STATEMENT TRUE? HOW DO YOU KNOW?

You notice the place is full of closed wardrobes containing skeletons, (EVIDENCE?)
the corollary of which is that you sooner or later just can't resist the temptation of trying to open them up and let them out, just to see what happens.

However, let's not overdo it, at once, but simply content ourselves with just a few observations, just a few glimpses of the main characters of the play and what they really are up to and all about.

Since this task of photographing the weird place from the inside was entrusted to me by a Marlovian, let's start with the Marlovians. They are a weird lot. The less said about them, the better. Their ominous figurehead, at which even the learnedest Stratfordian trembles, is a certain John Baker, a veritable Johannes Factotum, expert in just too many fields, something of a universal genius in the vast area of amateur knowledge. He knows everything and is cocksure of everything, calling all arguments questioning his authority "bullshit", and naming all opponents nuts who don't know what they are talking about. Naturally, he has not succeeded in making himself very popular.

Realizing the tragic fact that all those

ignorant Stratfordians and deluded followers of all other candidates except his own are just hopeless idiots who will never be convinced, and realizing also that they will continue pestering him like aggressive Lilliputs against Gulliver, fettering him to the ground with the might of a million against one, he started using aliases, just to get his arguments through without immediately encountering the solid resistance of prejudice against his name. It would be a severe loss to the HLAS if he discontinued his marvellous masked efforts of convincing his incredulous congregation of hopeless nincompoops.

WHAT ABOUT THE PH.D. DEBACLE?

Fortunately, he was not alone. He was cleverly flanked by that expert Marlovian Peter Farey, another disciple of the formidable authority of A.D. Wraight, who contrary to John Baker always kept to solid facts, went straight to the point and always contributed worth while readings. Unfortunately he was overshadowed by the overbearing genius of John Baker, so his arguments were oftentimes lost; but they will remain constantly reliable.

There were other Marlovians. The more you looked for them, the more numerous they became. And gradually a curious pattern appeared: they were all artists, often in music, and invariably great talents. When you open up the web pages of Peter Zenner, you are swept away by fascinating magic music. Adam Selzer is a university student and professional musician. David More dedicates himself to poetry these days, but when he was actively contributing to HLAS, he challenged both Stratfordians and Marlovians to post credible evidence for their claims, and got into tussles with both Baker and Zenner, before dropping out to work on other projects.

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