The best fucking lawyer in New York's been offered a job with the Supreme Court. Fucking aces, really so I'm packing up my shit and moving the hell out. Which means the Pen is going to have fun finding itself a new lawyer, so try and keep the hell out of trouble for a god damned week got it ( Read more... )

Bianca Bredoteau, I fucking demand you return home this god damn instant. I am in dire need of your services, and I'll be fucking god damned if I ever go out to Fifth with that fucking twit ever again. How dare you?

Speaking of which; Anne, I found a present for you. You, Toby, and I = Dinner soon. Your place, my place, or a restaurant it's your

This is my first time actually opening this stupid thing, but I was informed that anybody with one can read what I'm writing. And so I suppose this is worth a shot.

To the clumsy girl with the tarts. We need to meet again, I have something to tell you.

( 'It is a real unity of them all in one and the same person, made by covenant of every man with every man, in such manner as if every man should say to every man: I authorise and give up my right of governing myself to this man, or to this assembly of men, on this condition; that thou givest up, thy right to him, and authorise all his actions in like manner.' )

( By blood a king, in heart a clown. )