1942-09-10
I'm 150 galleons richer than I was yesterday. And Viresh really is queer. Not that anyone in the world is, or should be, surprised by that. Except Gareth. But I think I made it up to him all right.
I can't feel too badly about things not working out with Viresh since I'm about as different from...whomever that was...as it is possible to be. Still, after everything I've heard him say, what's really surprising isn't that Viresh's paramour is a man; it's that he's a white man.
I've known Viresh to turn down white women who fancied him and claim that that was why--and the only girl he was ever close to marrying was from the West Indies. And he was furious with his father for marrying a white woman--absolutely livid, particularly when she wore Indian dress and spoke Tamil and Hindi, never mind she'd grown up doing that. You'd think the obvious objection to his stepmother would have been to her profession, not her complexion--particularly since she didn't entirely give it up, at least not the way Viresh talked about her, not that that's probably accurate.
I wonder if the rest of his principles are really principles, or if they're just covering up a whole host of other things that he isn't really willing to admit. There really is no telling. I'm just tired of hearing Viresh go on about how he's better than the rest of us because of his ethics. What ethics? Dr Taverner hired us because we were willing to do whatever the Department needed us to, period--and he's no different from any of the rest of us.