Posted While Small and Childlike
*written in a fine, although rather wobbly and over rounded hand*
This is an interesting place. I cannot find Father, nor Mother, and I do not think that I am still in Regia, because no one has called me "your highness" or stopped me and demanded to know what I am doing away from the palace. I do not think there is a palace. There is a large, old house, of a sort I do not think I have seen much before. Perhaps it is rather like the houses the rich merchants build, if they built them in the country and put high garden walls around them. It is a little bit shabby, I think, and a little worn, and I do not believe anyone has dusted most of the carpets in a very long time, but it is well built, and expensive. Or it was. It probably still is - I think it is quite disgraceful to leave chairs and desks with clawmarks in them in your guestrooms, it is not politic, I do not know why you would do it. Mama always says that one must give one's guests the best, and I think this would be sense, even if it were not Mama saying it. Guests are important, and if you need them enough to have them in your home you should show them respect and give them new things. But it is clean. Perhaps they do not have enough furniture. There is a girl I know whose estate is failing. They spend everything to save it. Perhaps it is like that. I am certain it is. I will not say anything to anyone, that would be very, very rude indeed. Quite disgraceful behavior, and a prince must be gracious. It is rude to call attention to lacks and lapses and even ruder when they are there so there will not be lapses and lacks in other places, the people one looks after are more important than guests here for a little, even when they are important guests. Mama says that too, and it would be sense, even if it were not Mama who said it. I have met a boy who did not speak to me, but who watched people with me. He is small for his age, I think, because he cannot be as young as he looks, he looks at people with too much understanding. And he is muddy. But he is good company. I like people who will sit and be quiet with me. It is hard to find them. I also met a lady, who has Character. A great deal of Character, and I do not think I should like to be on a different side of a Question from her. She said she didn't have to worry about liking me anymore. It is a very strange thing to say, when I don't think I've met her before, but that is all right. I often say strange things, or so people say, because I forget that I am too small to say them. I shall show this page to Mama. It is long, and I think I have figured good things out. I hope she will be pleased. And perhaps I shall show it to Papa, too, but he is working on another trade treaty and is busy, and his eyes may be too tired to read my writing, so perhaps Mama will just tell him what I said. Mama says what I mean better than I do, mostly. I think I have good punctuation here. What do you think, Mama?
*needless to say, he doesn't quite have a good grasp of paragraphs yet - he's afraid he'll put the breaks in the middle of a thought, because figuring out where thoughts end is hard, so instead of risking it he just doesn't bother with them*
*he also likes tags*
This is an interesting place. I cannot find Father, nor Mother, and I do not think that I am still in Regia, because no one has called me "your highness" or stopped me and demanded to know what I am doing away from the palace. I do not think there is a palace. There is a large, old house, of a sort I do not think I have seen much before. Perhaps it is rather like the houses the rich merchants build, if they built them in the country and put high garden walls around them. It is a little bit shabby, I think, and a little worn, and I do not believe anyone has dusted most of the carpets in a very long time, but it is well built, and expensive. Or it was. It probably still is - I think it is quite disgraceful to leave chairs and desks with clawmarks in them in your guestrooms, it is not politic, I do not know why you would do it. Mama always says that one must give one's guests the best, and I think this would be sense, even if it were not Mama saying it. Guests are important, and if you need them enough to have them in your home you should show them respect and give them new things. But it is clean. Perhaps they do not have enough furniture. There is a girl I know whose estate is failing. They spend everything to save it. Perhaps it is like that. I am certain it is. I will not say anything to anyone, that would be very, very rude indeed. Quite disgraceful behavior, and a prince must be gracious. It is rude to call attention to lacks and lapses and even ruder when they are there so there will not be lapses and lacks in other places, the people one looks after are more important than guests here for a little, even when they are important guests. Mama says that too, and it would be sense, even if it were not Mama who said it. I have met a boy who did not speak to me, but who watched people with me. He is small for his age, I think, because he cannot be as young as he looks, he looks at people with too much understanding. And he is muddy. But he is good company. I like people who will sit and be quiet with me. It is hard to find them. I also met a lady, who has Character. A great deal of Character, and I do not think I should like to be on a different side of a Question from her. She said she didn't have to worry about liking me anymore. It is a very strange thing to say, when I don't think I've met her before, but that is all right. I often say strange things, or so people say, because I forget that I am too small to say them. I shall show this page to Mama. It is long, and I think I have figured good things out. I hope she will be pleased. And perhaps I shall show it to Papa, too, but he is working on another trade treaty and is busy, and his eyes may be too tired to read my writing, so perhaps Mama will just tell him what I said. Mama says what I mean better than I do, mostly. I think I have good punctuation here. What do you think, Mama?
*needless to say, he doesn't quite have a good grasp of paragraphs yet - he's afraid he'll put the breaks in the middle of a thought, because figuring out where thoughts end is hard, so instead of risking it he just doesn't bother with them*
*he also likes tags*