For the prolixity of the following epistle I must first, above all, offer my sincerest apologies. Though I understand well how such language may confound, there have since occurred certain matters which have then propagated our present result, chief among them the circumstance of this illness. You know well, of course, of that previous ailment, brought about through means of my curse, only aggravated through attempts at treatment. Its advance however was correspondingly a slow one. There are those who consider such ills to be ideal, their meagre march providing ample hours with which to organize affairs and farewells. The Aradia of the past however, contrary to the woman as you have known her in the present, was possessed of precious few circumstances to that nature—and flush with the breath of life though I shall remain, it felt appropriate that my thoughts be expressed.
As with this loquaciousness, I pray my phthisism within may likewise be forgiven. My faults are not to be laid at its feet, yet I know you shall worry so to conceive me infirm and writing greatly. Most simply, it is that I would like to be frank in my speech:
As "Aradia-sama" and "Dia-san" both, I may earnestly claim to have loved you. Each scrap of flesh and hair of head, the parents which permitted this existence—to claim simply that what has been entertained within these letters may be described as such alone for even my own ignorant self feels an injustice of the highest order—when it is so additionally indescribable, rather provident as a magnet to steel, eminent as the rosy fingers of dawn. As with the sun indeed I do vitally adore your presence, and in your absence with fervor await your return; of the joys experienced in this life, a great many are owed solely to my dear Lucifel, with whom I have shared blisses long since made innumerable. As “Aradia-sama” I have found within you a familiar of kindness and strength unparalleled, and of this world’s pleasures there is none greater to “Dia-san” than to be spoken of as your wife. Cruel though such may be, to proceed at your request I find myself hoping the same of you, that you may please think so well of me, a witch from whom you derive great security, and a wife within whom your heart may rest. [ after this it goes on for several paragraphs worth of text more but whatever was there has been scratched out to the point of being totally illegible. She Really did not want anyone to read it. ]
Though I shall not be so bold as to petition written reply, I will at your convenience be pleased to hear of you.
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letter day 244
For the prolixity of the following epistle I must first, above all, offer my sincerest apologies. Though I understand well how such language may confound, there have since occurred certain matters which have then propagated our present result, chief among them the circumstance of this illness. You know well, of course, of that previous ailment, brought about through means of my curse, only aggravated through attempts at treatment. Its advance however was correspondingly a slow one. There are those who consider such ills to be ideal, their meagre march providing ample hours with which to organize affairs and farewells. The Aradia of the past however, contrary to the woman as you have known her in the present, was possessed of precious few circumstances to that nature—and flush with the breath of life though I shall remain, it felt appropriate that my thoughts be expressed.
As with this loquaciousness, I pray my phthisism within may likewise be forgiven. My faults are not to be laid at its feet, yet I know you shall worry so to conceive me infirm and writing greatly. Most simply, it is that I would like to be frank in my speech:
As "Aradia-sama" and "Dia-san" both, I may earnestly claim to have loved you. Each scrap of flesh and hair of head, the parents which permitted this existence—to claim simply that what has been entertained within these letters may be described as such alone for even my own ignorant self feels an injustice of the highest order—when it is so additionally indescribable, rather provident as a magnet to steel, eminent as the rosy fingers of dawn. As with the sun indeed I do vitally adore your presence, and in your absence with fervor await your return; of the joys experienced in this life, a great many are owed solely to my dear Lucifel, with whom I have shared blisses long since made innumerable. As “Aradia-sama” I have found within you a familiar of kindness and strength unparalleled, and of this world’s pleasures there is none greater to “Dia-san” than to be spoken of as your wife. Cruel though such may be, to proceed at your request I find myself hoping the same of you, that you may please think so well of me, a witch from whom you derive great security, and a wife within whom your heart may rest. [ after this it goes on for several paragraphs worth of text more but whatever was there has been scratched out to the point of being totally illegible. She Really did not want anyone to read it. ]
Though I shall not be so bold as to petition written reply, I will at your convenience be pleased to hear of you.
Ever yours,
☆radia