Private to self
[Private to Self] I detest story-book villains. Normally, they are so cliché: stalking about their little stages, lording over their hapless heroes, and being toppled by a prodigious amount of self-interest and the tiniest oversight in some crucial area. All in all, they are ridiculous, one-sided figures.
But I must admit, they do get the marvelous opportunity to gloat.
I felt a degree of sympathy with them lately. Like some great spider, I have slowly built my web strand by strand. When some deluge or a stray hand comes by to clean it away, I wait and watch and slowly rebuild when the time is right. Well, the time is certainly right. Everything has been falling into place one after the other, strand upon strand, until I could sit at the middle of my web and, well, gloat. I look forward to discovering just what it will catch.
I need only take note from the cardboard villain, caped and hooded: There can be no oversight to my downfall. I will not be sent to Azkaban again. It was for a good cause, and it was right at the time, but I feel no need to ever repeat the experience again. But, with that in mind as a guide, I am sure that, this time, things will be different. If I were a cynical man, I might almost indulge in some hand-rubbing and evil laughter.
As clichéd as it may be to say, I am very pleased with all that has transpired of late. I may, at last, whisper to myself what I will soon be able to trumpet in the streets: we Death Eaters have returned. We will again be a force to be reckoned with, cleaning the true thought to the world where it has been muddled by the misguided, the misinformed, and the easily led through fire, through blood, and through, if need be, death.
I look forward to the challenge. [/Private to Self]
But I must admit, they do get the marvelous opportunity to gloat.
I felt a degree of sympathy with them lately. Like some great spider, I have slowly built my web strand by strand. When some deluge or a stray hand comes by to clean it away, I wait and watch and slowly rebuild when the time is right. Well, the time is certainly right. Everything has been falling into place one after the other, strand upon strand, until I could sit at the middle of my web and, well, gloat. I look forward to discovering just what it will catch.
I need only take note from the cardboard villain, caped and hooded: There can be no oversight to my downfall. I will not be sent to Azkaban again. It was for a good cause, and it was right at the time, but I feel no need to ever repeat the experience again. But, with that in mind as a guide, I am sure that, this time, things will be different. If I were a cynical man, I might almost indulge in some hand-rubbing and evil laughter.
As clichéd as it may be to say, I am very pleased with all that has transpired of late. I may, at last, whisper to myself what I will soon be able to trumpet in the streets: we Death Eaters have returned. We will again be a force to be reckoned with, cleaning the true thought to the world where it has been muddled by the misguided, the misinformed, and the easily led through fire, through blood, and through, if need be, death.
I look forward to the challenge. [/Private to Self]