The Puppeteer's diary ~ 18 ~
First act is over, I need an interval now. The doors of the mansion are opened, but how many have crossed the threshold? Three of fifty! Am I doing anything wrong? Or unfreedom has taken its roots in people so deeply? Oh, damn, why are they just sitting on their places, not trying to do anything at all? But these three understood everything. They didn't go to the police. They write letters to me. They offer help, and they have many rather good ideas. I can't call them "puppets" any more - they have really become free. I'm doing what I have to. If the puppets are defective, it's not my fault that they get broken.
