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"Solitude: so fulfilling that the merest rendezvous is a crucifixion." — E. M. Cioran
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This letter is written if you didn’t help with her father. If this isn’t legible, let me know and I can try to transcribe it for you all! There is a lot of parallels to what Abigail wrote to John. EDIT: I’ll write what she says: My Dear Arthur, I am so sorry I asked your help with Daddy, but at the same time, I felt that I had nowhere else to turn. After reading of recent events in the newspaper, I understand much better now just how busy you’ve been. I don’t imagine you will receive this letter, but I nonetheless must send it. Oh Arthur, Oh Arthur, I ws just starting to dream the silliest and softest of dreams. I miss you and I will always miss you, but I cannot live like that, and it seems like you cannot live any other way. When I am with you, the world makes sense, but when we are apart, I see clearly that your world is not a world from which one can escape. I am so sorry, for everything, for everything long ago, and for starting that business up again. There’s a good man within you, Arthur, but he is wrestling with a giant. And the giant, wins, time and again. You’ve broken my heart again, and I fear I have broken yours. For that, I will never forgive myself, but you must let me go now. I enclose a ring you gave me many years ago, when we were both young, not because I don’t like it, but because I care for it too much and it reminds me too much of you. I hope you will find some people in love who can use this for it kept me thinking of you all these years, and I hope by returning it to you, I can finally be free. Goodbye, Mary.