(no subject)
I have been in Scotland for a few days on business which I believe has concluded to the Dark Lord's satisfaction. He will not be troubled from that quarter again, that much is certain. Perhaps He will permit me to do some work on the continent; He must have much he needs accomplished to which I might lend my talents, and I find I do not particularly like returning to this house.
The mind is a complex thing, of course. The ease with which it may be manipulated is often surprising, until one remembers that it is not the manipulation that is so difficult, but what happens to it next. Unpredictable. I've seen what happens when memories are destroyed-- which is a pity, as there are some I might not mind being without. Memories of her-- they cannot simply be tossed away, but they can be destroyed, swiftly and without much difficulty. I could do that.
Perhaps tomorrow I shall.
The mind is a complex thing, of course. The ease with which it may be manipulated is often surprising, until one remembers that it is not the manipulation that is so difficult, but what happens to it next. Unpredictable. I've seen what happens when memories are destroyed-- which is a pity, as there are some I might not mind being without. Memories of her-- they cannot simply be tossed away, but they can be destroyed, swiftly and without much difficulty. I could do that.
Perhaps tomorrow I shall.