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It is with a hand twittering with the nervous fury of a hundred bumbling bees that I begin decorating the virgin parchment of a freshly-minted tome with the befuddled musings of a wealthy gentleman during what may be the final few stages of his precious life. If you will allow I would like to offer you a brief confession before I continue: I have completed no more than sixty or seventy per cent of my previous log, but it is due to outstanding circumstances that began to transpire only a few short hours ago that I felt it entirely appropriate to begin a fresh edition starting at this point.
Now that that weight has been so cautiously removed from my tender shoulders, I suppose I must ascertain from which point would be the best to begin this perhaps rousing tale of magick, mystery, and, if the stars may align themselves in just the proper the manner, I may be so lucky as to have an altogether romantic experience. Ahh! Of course! In my current state of flusterhood my basic gentlemanly manners seem to have escaped me entirely! Please accept my most sincere of apologies while I educate you on the basic history of the man behind these words.
My name is Sir Walter Leopold Hatchum and, as of my recording these most fleeting of thoughts, I am a very wealthy and influential man. To clarify, I am the man who controls ninety seven per cent of the rail roads in all of Britain. Suffice to say, I have amassed an absolutely jaw-dangling fortune to the tune of several million pounds. If I so wished it I could literally buy the bank. Fortunately I fancy myself a philanthropist rather than an ill-tempered psychopathe bent on seizing substantial political control of the entire nation. I felt it worth mentioning, however, that I absolutely could go that route should I choose.
Never you mind that, however, else I will expend the many hundreds of pages allotted by this fancy and expensive tome without having touched on the events which inspired its inception to begin with! Ahhh, poppycock! That previous sentence turned out considerably less concise than I had been hoping for and ironically went against the very purpose it was meant to serve.
Alas, I must someday seek to mend my aging and deteriorating attention span. I shall therefore cut straight to the point!
I will make every attempt to be as thorough and detailed as I can possible muster. I am a man who is easily distracted and sidetracked far too often for his own good, so I shall offer you fair warning of the many, MANY trivial details that await.
And so I shall begin...