To When It May Concern:
A thousand sleepless nights, for what, yet left wanting? Why am I heretofore unto known of all sin preclaimed? My madness is infectuous beyond resin or reason. I am a doubtful liar, of unaccustomed trepanning. Couldst thou dare trifle with Wit's Witl...
Unreasonable Note Страница To When It May Concern: - в базе данных New World Guide of Lore
A thousand sleepless nights, for what, yet left wanting? Why am I heretofore unto known of all sin preclaimed? My madness is infectuous beyond resin or reason. I am a doubtful liar, of unaccustomed trepanning. Couldst thou dare trifle with Wit's Witless End? Nay, good morrow, to you and on the seventeenth of April, I shan't tarry a moment sooner too.
GOOD DAY AND GOOD NIGHT HAVEN!
[The letter appears to be sealed with a kiss.]