Jul 26, 2007 21:31
I confess to it all! I have done that of which I am accused! I have mislead you all, and my identity, now so questionably raised, is puzzled into these three pieces:
my father was obligated to sail
from his green country and misery
under the flag of a man named Jack.
I am not Ivan Eduardivich. No, indeed. Take for yourself one element, and transpose it to the end of the other...
But I am a liar and a fraud, and dead, besides. Do with me what you will, this is only the briefest respite against all my sufferances and pains. If you stab me, I shall surely bleed, and I know what fate awaits me. Indeed, I have suffered it already, five times more than any man ought. Shall we repeat the experiment?
But I freely, and proudly admit, I am slightly deaf because of the great blast and shot of loud cannonade, and the sound of pipes and drums raises in me such a fervent clamoring that I may, yet, weep.
Or perhaps you don't recognize me when I'm not made up like a peacock?
vanya,
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