First Journal Entry
I’m taking this opportunity to read through my copy of Dante’s Inferno. It has been some time since my last full reading of it, and considering the situation I currently find myself in, it certainly is appropriate. If only Clarice could see me now; I dare say that at one point in time, she’d find the situation to be hilarious, a true exercise in futility.
My quarters seem to be well appointed; I appear to either be in the Caponni Library, or in a very well done replica of it. Many of the papers and books I had been working with before leaving are still sitting on my desk. They are inviting me to open their covers, to smell the musty pages, and to finish whatever work I had once begun.
I leave them laying on the desk, neglected, but necessarily so. My current situation and studies of Dante's work demand my full attention. They will wait for me, and when I feel that my work with Dante is done.
I do wish Clarice were here, but I understand her absence. Perhaps I ought to go out and take a look around.
My quarters seem to be well appointed; I appear to either be in the Caponni Library, or in a very well done replica of it. Many of the papers and books I had been working with before leaving are still sitting on my desk. They are inviting me to open their covers, to smell the musty pages, and to finish whatever work I had once begun.
I leave them laying on the desk, neglected, but necessarily so. My current situation and studies of Dante's work demand my full attention. They will wait for me, and when I feel that my work with Dante is done.
I do wish Clarice were here, but I understand her absence. Perhaps I ought to go out and take a look around.