Whether one believes that I have occasionally broken the rules or not, you cannot evaluate the work that Watson and I do without considering the good that so often comes of it. Whatever happened later, it matters that a mentally ill citizen is not unjustly imprisoned at the moment. It has to matter… to all of us.
It’s important that you understand that.
It’s going to save you a great deal of time and effort.
- I am not a nice man. It’s important that you understand that. It’s going to save you a great deal of time and effort. There is not a warmer, kinder me waiting to be coaxed out into the light. I am acerbic. I can be cruel. It’s who I am. Right to the bottom. I’m neither proud of this, nor ashamed of it. It simply is. And in my work, my nature has been an advantage far more often than it has been a hindrance. I’m not gonna change.
- You have. You’re not the same person I met a year and a half ago. You’re…
- Good to you? Yeah. For the most part. I consider you to be… exceptional. So I make an exceptional effort to accommodate you.
For a long while now, I’ve suspected that connection with another person, real connection simply isn’t possible. I’m curious if you disagree, although I suspect you feel as I do in this, as you to in so many other things. So tell me; is it possible to truly know another person? Is it even a worthwhile pursuit?
Yours is the only opinion I’ll trust, the only point of view that holds even the faintest interest. I find my diversions, as I always do but the days are long in this grey place.
I dearly hope you’ll write soon.