It is the 14th of May, 1890.
I have not spoken in some time, as I find myself quite occupied at present, what with running an asylum. I find very little time for sleep these days; it alludes me now, hence the diary. I do hope not to make a habit of this.
These past days I have talked much with Arthur and have been seeing Quincey, which I am glad for. They are a welcome break from my work here, one which I believe keeps me sane. It would not be hard to succumb to madness when madness is what you surround yourself with, and for this reason, I must seek sane company.
Of late Arthur has introduced me to the most wonderful lady. Miss Lucy Westenra. Never have I set eyes upon a more beautiful woman. When I'm in her company I feel the most pleasant happiness, which I wish to experience for the rest of my days.