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I dare say the full moon in New Orleans was so comforting a sight to behold in comparison to the lunar eclipse of the 10th! All, upon that night, was still here in the City of Dublin. And I, reveling at the thought of filling my gullet past midnight with the fresh vibrant man blood of a drunken young fop, found myself standing on a street corner downtown. I stood there for what seemed like a captured eternity. Then it struck me! I shall adopt the habit of smoking tobacco! My theory was simple…that should I begin to smoke this useless weed, the hand movements, which come after a time as second nature to one who smokes, shall provide me with a substitute to my endless fidgeting! Tell me, do we suffer side effects? I hope not, for I am on my second supply!

I have relocated…again. This time, to a smaller, more secluded suite of rooms overlooking the City's heralded cathedral of Christchurch, and a short flight away from the ruins of a nearby Viking settlement. Not a bad spot I shall add…an area which attracts voyagers and the like. There is that mesmerizing  stench of indecency on the streets and alleys below where I now lie, a prerequisite of mine whenever I relocate. My room, a tidy and comfortable affair of which there are three large windows, is ideally located so as to allow me go no further than the street for a compassionate killing. (I must say, my new landlord was thoroughly ‘sour’ with years of alcohol consumption. So to spare me a stomach upheaval the following night, I thankfully drank but half.)

All in all Casper, you find me settled again. Dare I say content even. Dare I?

It is so wonderful to finally receive news from you Casper, you ranting Romnichel you! We shall indeed make use of our “Time” again! How bored and hollow I have felt, what with “our” century drawing herself up and slamming her legs together on us both! There she goes…The Hoar of Ages!

And so….do wish Granny was may be due to her for me won't you? And I plead that you write with haste again! I shall reciprocate soon after. Together we walk…forever we stalk.

Mordi Kildare

Mordi Kildare, Christchurch, Dublin. 18 January 2001