Part 2..
Charles..
Hello, my pesky little friends. I suppose it is about time I come and visit you, but why I am truly standing here behind an old building talking to caged rodents is beyond me. And yet, these are strange times.
They say this war is coming to an end soon, and all I can say is good riddance to the lot. Too long have I suffered without even the barest necessities, and I truly cannot go on much longer.
For example, Hunnicutt has become more of a nuisance than usual lately. While I can understand his feelings of longing for his family, his need to announce his misfortune at every letter he receives becomes rather redundant. But perhaps I should "cut him some slack", as the term is used, because I really don't know what it's like to have a wife and child of my own. The one thing I cannot get, even with all my wealth and knowledge, is the one thing this man has. Intriguing, is it not? Then again, I never really was the family man. It is just not meant to be.
Oh, of course there have been fantasies. Of a cozy cottage, with a cozy wife and children who adore me. Alas, the one woman who might have provided that for me is gone. No, it is not because of me. It is because of my family.
You see, she lived a life of such profound freedom. Freedom I have never and will never know. And it was also a freedom that my family could not learn to accept. So I lost her to my family. You must remember, I come from a very upper class family. We were raised with only the best, and my bringing Martine's crudities and tails of unwedded matrimony simply would not do. So for my family's sake, she is gone forever.
Or perhaps. perhaps it really was me. Is it possible that I am the one who really exiled her? Not because of my family, but because I was unable to allow myself that feeling of closeness? I don't suppose I will ever truly know. And I don't suppose you could really tell me, with your cotton tails and wiggling noses.
In fact, I'm not entirely certain why I'm telling you this. You are, after all, rodents. Ah well, I suppose I'll satisfy myself at this moment with this. You are, perhaps, the most civilized beings in this unit. And that is why I confide in you.
And now I bid bon soi, with the hope that I have not left too much a burden on your furry little shoulders. I must go tend to the patients in post op. You see? I am even courtesous to little beasts such as yourselves. It simply would not have.. Oh, what am I saying? You never truly know, do you??
Charles..
Hello, my pesky little friends. I suppose it is about time I come and visit you, but why I am truly standing here behind an old building talking to caged rodents is beyond me. And yet, these are strange times.
They say this war is coming to an end soon, and all I can say is good riddance to the lot. Too long have I suffered without even the barest necessities, and I truly cannot go on much longer.
For example, Hunnicutt has become more of a nuisance than usual lately. While I can understand his feelings of longing for his family, his need to announce his misfortune at every letter he receives becomes rather redundant. But perhaps I should "cut him some slack", as the term is used, because I really don't know what it's like to have a wife and child of my own. The one thing I cannot get, even with all my wealth and knowledge, is the one thing this man has. Intriguing, is it not? Then again, I never really was the family man. It is just not meant to be.
Oh, of course there have been fantasies. Of a cozy cottage, with a cozy wife and children who adore me. Alas, the one woman who might have provided that for me is gone. No, it is not because of me. It is because of my family.
You see, she lived a life of such profound freedom. Freedom I have never and will never know. And it was also a freedom that my family could not learn to accept. So I lost her to my family. You must remember, I come from a very upper class family. We were raised with only the best, and my bringing Martine's crudities and tails of unwedded matrimony simply would not do. So for my family's sake, she is gone forever.
Or perhaps. perhaps it really was me. Is it possible that I am the one who really exiled her? Not because of my family, but because I was unable to allow myself that feeling of closeness? I don't suppose I will ever truly know. And I don't suppose you could really tell me, with your cotton tails and wiggling noses.
In fact, I'm not entirely certain why I'm telling you this. You are, after all, rodents. Ah well, I suppose I'll satisfy myself at this moment with this. You are, perhaps, the most civilized beings in this unit. And that is why I confide in you.
And now I bid bon soi, with the hope that I have not left too much a burden on your furry little shoulders. I must go tend to the patients in post op. You see? I am even courtesous to little beasts such as yourselves. It simply would not have.. Oh, what am I saying? You never truly know, do you??