Earlier, while formatting David Kozubei’s masterwork Lord Rumwinkle’s Painting for the web, I came to Chapter 6 of Part Two and happened to notice, in the middle of the page, the word wanked. It just sort of jumped up at me. Wanked. Curious, I stopped formatting for a moment and read Chapter 6 in its brief entirety.
Afterwards, refreshed, I returned to my work with renewed vigor.
6.
A few consecutive entries excerpted from Philippe de Messenger’s diary:
Hiroshiru wants Philip’s pen-and-inks. How much will he fork out? Inscrutable. Bought a new tie. Supper with Jennifer. Hardly recognized Polly. Nothing to say to her. Said nothing. Wanked off. Very good.
Bought a suit. Paid off several debts. Especially to that nasty…. Wanked off. Not so good. Had another go. Worse.
Bought myself a coat and accessories. Jennifer burst her appendix. Wanked off. Terrible.
Visited Jennifer in hospital. Ugh. Bought cruise ticket. Passing taxi spatters trousers. Took his number. Will call him from a telephone booth and threaten him. Wanked off. Consider giving it up.
Glad I didn’t. Funeral in two days. Checked myself in mirror and look well.
Philip grateful. Says he’s sad about Jennifer. Why? Wanked off.
Hard to replace. Leo said I look spiffing. Asks for raise.
Fire Leo. Hire Polly. Look for new accountant. Wanked off three times.
Took the day off.
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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