[i]Of course it didn’t fucking work. Rationally I knew that it wouldn’t. I mean, what kind of fool would I need to be to hope that the very first attempt would be successful? It’s a rhethorical question, Temperance. Not that you can reply. Not that I'm not painfully aware of this. And not that it stops me from imagining you opening your mouth to pretest. And it’s all fucking down to 25 words, always. If we are not in a clutch, that is, on verge of dying or in dire need of a spell. Don’t worry, we aren’t on verge of dying every day. And every other day I should be grateful I have at least this way of communicating. But I have more to say, okay? And anyway, what else am I supposed to do if not hope? [/i]