**'La Belle Dame Sans Merci'.. 'The Beautiful Lady Without Mercy'... whenever one meets up with these sorts of people, I can only advise getting well away from them, before you find yourself caught up in their enchantment. Tracy is, I think, partly caught, but she is still able to give an account of the whole strange business of dealing with KC.. even if she is also at leastly partly under her sway... and so I don't find all that giggling so very strange.
It is one of the reactions of a person who can't quite believe what has happened. When our creduality is strained to the utter limits we all act a little weird, a trifle mad. Don't all of us feel some of that oddness? Isn't it one of the reasons we are following this case? We are all slightly touched by KC.. and she leaves us floundering along in her wake .. and 'We' .. the majority of WS'ers are pretty intelligent, level headed people. Yet we only see KC in pictures, or watch her videos..and she leaves us confused and baffled and furious.. but caught!..we come back here again and again and can never quite explain our fascination with this case to anyone who hasn't heard the song of the siren themselves.
Tracy has done well to avoid falling completely for the KC Kool Aid. but my advice to her is to get away from KC now, and stay as far away from her as possible in the future.
A poem by John Keats...
**The poet meets a knight by a woodland lake in late autumn. The man has been there for a long time, and is evidently dying.
The knight says he met a beautiful, wild-looking woman in a meadow. He visited with her, and decked her with flowers. She did not speak, but looked and sighed as if she loved him. He gave her his horse to ride, and he walked beside them. He saw nothing but her, because she leaned over in his face and sang a mysterious song. She spoke a language he could not understand, but he was confident she said she loved him. He kissed her to sleep, and fell asleep himself.
He dreamed of a host of kings, princes, and warriors, all pale as death. They shouted a terrible warning -- they were the woman's slaves. And now he was her slave, too.
Awakening, the woman was gone, and the knight was left on the cold hillside.
