Unknown diary ~ 28 ~
I hate Bach. Even I feel like howling when the Symphony №40 is making the house tremble. And I’ve got enough sleep. The Trickster is stuffing his ears with cotton wool and smiling. He’ll slumber a little more in a cocoon of blankets and then will go to set traps for the new prisoners. He’s not a fool, not at all. And a good engineer, when it comes to traps. When will they understand it at last?
