Case File: Diary of Ernest Nightray
Day 4
This evening I went to the ballet with Elliot, Vanessa and mother. How beautiful! Everything was tulle and gauzy—such beautiful fabrics on such lovely ladies.
If I could, I would be a ballerina. I fear, however, that it is too late for myself.
I shall strive to become a patron of the arts. This, I think, should most easily be done by having and taking care of a ballerina as a lover. This is a perfect plan. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
With greatest anticipation,
Ernest Nightray
