Melora
From Improbable Cause ;
Garak: "The fault, dear Tain, is not in our stars but in ourselves."
Occasionally I might divert from routine and share an adventurous lunch with Dr Bashir at the Klingon restaurant.
Aside from the sporadic wailing of Klingon opera from the waiter, this type of meal provides a welcome change from the clinical sameness of the replimat.
Today Dr Bashir seemed somewhat melancholy. His usual frontier enthusiasm had waned due to another failed romance. I was rather surprised that on this occasion he had sought me out for consolation.
I normally find human romance off-putting, especially the post mortem of picking through the bones of an unrealised fairytale.
Cardassian women are relatively straight forward. In fact they are ferociously forward - and they immediately pursue another relationship if there is no successful outcome of the first. There is little work for the Cardassian male in the labour of love.
"Melora was perfect in so many ways. She was bright, feisty, intelligent and beautiful. And now all I have to look forward to today is a bowlful of Gach." moaned the good doctor, mournfully prodding the writhing pile of his food.
"Look at this way Doctor, your intellect has been challenged though your heart wounded. Your feelings have at least been exercised by this romantic interlude. There are many here who have had little opportunity to achieve the highs, lows and consequential angst that you have.". I nodded towards Morn at the next table.
“Morn has actually had a large string of successes recently. He holds a regular captive audience at the bar with his romantic epics.”, bemoaned the good Doctor. “Besides that his species are almost guaranteed success by their social set up – a bit like the Ferengi – Lurian females are somewhat subservient in their society.”
“So, you are left in an emotional stew.”, I eyed the next raw looking Klingon delicacy with interest. “But remember – even though this relationship didn’t work out – it seemed you helped Melora out of her own angst. You unlocked a part of her life that even she didn’t have the cipher for. Perhaps that is what some relationships are about, even the abortive ones; to unchain troubled aspects of other’s lives - and then to move on.”
“Does that thought count for Cardassians as well Garak?” parried the Doctor. “I doubt if anyone has unlocked anything except the tiniest aspects of your life.”
“You would be very surprised Doctor – but that conversation is reserved for another luncheon.”
Garak: "The fault, dear Tain, is not in our stars but in ourselves."
Occasionally I might divert from routine and share an adventurous lunch with Dr Bashir at the Klingon restaurant.
Aside from the sporadic wailing of Klingon opera from the waiter, this type of meal provides a welcome change from the clinical sameness of the replimat.
Today Dr Bashir seemed somewhat melancholy. His usual frontier enthusiasm had waned due to another failed romance. I was rather surprised that on this occasion he had sought me out for consolation.
I normally find human romance off-putting, especially the post mortem of picking through the bones of an unrealised fairytale.
Cardassian women are relatively straight forward. In fact they are ferociously forward - and they immediately pursue another relationship if there is no successful outcome of the first. There is little work for the Cardassian male in the labour of love.
"Melora was perfect in so many ways. She was bright, feisty, intelligent and beautiful. And now all I have to look forward to today is a bowlful of Gach." moaned the good doctor, mournfully prodding the writhing pile of his food.
"Look at this way Doctor, your intellect has been challenged though your heart wounded. Your feelings have at least been exercised by this romantic interlude. There are many here who have had little opportunity to achieve the highs, lows and consequential angst that you have.". I nodded towards Morn at the next table.
“Morn has actually had a large string of successes recently. He holds a regular captive audience at the bar with his romantic epics.”, bemoaned the good Doctor. “Besides that his species are almost guaranteed success by their social set up – a bit like the Ferengi – Lurian females are somewhat subservient in their society.”
“So, you are left in an emotional stew.”, I eyed the next raw looking Klingon delicacy with interest. “But remember – even though this relationship didn’t work out – it seemed you helped Melora out of her own angst. You unlocked a part of her life that even she didn’t have the cipher for. Perhaps that is what some relationships are about, even the abortive ones; to unchain troubled aspects of other’s lives - and then to move on.”
“Does that thought count for Cardassians as well Garak?” parried the Doctor. “I doubt if anyone has unlocked anything except the tiniest aspects of your life.”
“You would be very surprised Doctor – but that conversation is reserved for another luncheon.”
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