Re: Letter: Claire
Ah, I am fond of the Italian charm, the masquerade of kindness is there. It is not you that seals me out of such places I might wish to go? I think it is, for even a householder's rights cannot do it so well. And holy power smells of a certain thing, incense gone burning too long, with a touch of charred flesh.
Perhaps there is love, which I have felt, but no sacrifice. None to keep me nor any gratitude of what I might do for them. That is not the house I wish to keep.