62nd Entry - What day is it????

[impure_tale]

[What follows is a page of scribblings, all things he half-remembers from his manuscripts which were burned, filling the page and even drawing on the margins. Some are scribbled so quickly and with such heavy ink they are not readable -- Note the entry title is odd. He's starting to write a little bit more like he did when at his worst in Charenton

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[buywithme]

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Comrade, have you considered spending some time in the infirmary? I think Peter's usually in there, it might be...

Maybe you should stay with a warden for a little while?

[impure_tale]

There is no Warden.

[buywithme]

There are other wardens Comrade.

[impure_tale]

I do not need someone else's Warden.

[major_west]

What in the world has gotten into you?

[impure_tale]

58. A man delights in setting fire to poorhouses, then watching the inhabitants try -- usually unsuccessfully -- to escape the flames.

[major_west]

You're really not making any sense, Marquis.

[impure_tale]

You are taking up parchment.

[thnxforsmoking]

Ooookay.

Is this normal?

[impure_tale]

What is normal?

[thnxforsmoking]

Crazy insane ramblings.

[impure_tale]

Why do you ask questions to which you already know the answers?

[soundof_drums]

Oh dear, I think you require a trip to the infirmary...

[impure_tale]

Hello, Master.

[soundof_drums]

Using my name now, are we? How delightful.

completely off his rocker or planning something?

[impure_tale]

And why should I call you anything else?

[impure_tale]

'Right as rain', ma cheri

[impure_tale]

I am not hungry, and I am getting fat. No sweets, Claire.