The Beatles at Speke Liverpool Airport (1962) Source: TheBeatleSource
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The Beatles at Speke Liverpool Airport (1962) Source: TheBeatleSource
It was a shock to me to turn from the wonderful smoky beauty of a sunset over London, with its lurid lights and inky shadows and all the marvellous tints that come on foul clouds even as on foul water, and to realise all the grim sternness of my own cold stone building, with its wealth of breathing misery, and my own desolate heart to endure it all. - John Seward, 4th of September
It would seem, judging by his depression diary, that Jack really does feel oftentimes bleak and stuck in the life he has. (And who could blame him? It appears that he has no close family or relatives that we know of, the girl he loves declined his hand- he is a lonely soul among lonely madman.)
"Can it be that there is a malign influence of the sun at periods which affects certain natures-as at times the moon does others? We shall see."
Oh Dr. Seward! You're so close to the answer
BESEECH THEE THAT COME’TH BEFORE
FOR BEHOLD UPON THE LAYS OF TRUE DESIRE
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4. September: Lies
Everyone tells lies sometimes.
He lies because he found a new love of his life, but doesn't have the courage to confess what's happening to her nor to his wife.
She lies for her plagiarised story not to be discovered.
He lies so his parents won't know he didn't pass the exam.
They lie because it was the only way to win.
She lies not to burden her already stressed brother with loosing her job again.
He lies to hide the scars on his wrists and pain behind a smile.
You lie because ...
And I?
I lie because I suffer from social anxiety and am too scared to tell you there is a stain on your shirt.
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