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Jun 11, 2005 21:30

An entry in tiny, cramped writing. If you bludgeon your eyeballs enough to see what it says, unless you're a typist you will find that in fact it appears to say nothing at all: it is written in complicated sock-proof code.


I am not sure how I came to speak so harshly to Miss Yamamura. She is a wicked thoughtless creature to be sure; this trick of hers is nothing short of fiendish, and she plays it far too readily. And yet, after all, in this place where we find ourselves, she can do no lasting harm. Death itself becomes an inconvenience, or even a supper-partner, God help us. Under such circumstances it is possible to find the child (diabolical though she is) more or less unobjectionable. This clique, I had almost said this cult of TR's with its heavy-handed threats and a kind of pervasive dull obstinate malice -- beside which even a deadly capriciousness seems benign. Indeed SY can be quite charming when she chooses and moderately well-behaved, but for this habit of murder-by-photograph; that is the pity of it.

It was her defense that angered me; her defense, more than the action itself, strangely enough. How often have I heard just such a phrase from just such an inoffensive individual, excusing his inhumanities or indeed his vices? SY could not know this, of course. Nor is it my business to educate her (thank Heaven).

*blot* *smudge*

Drat the woman, what now?
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