I'm so tired, people are so boring and none of them can bring me money. Money, of course, is my only wish. I have lot of money, but you can't ever get enough. However, tomorrow, I will Algernon. He promised me cumcumber sandwiches, I am so found of them, but before I have to visit Lady Harbury. Lady Harbury husband's dead and she want to enjoy it with me! She looks so much younger and her hair! There so beautiful. If I was'nt that pretty, I would be jalous. Gwendolen wants to come with me, for some misterious reason ( I don't really believe the fact she miss her cousin). I am always suspicious with her! Ah, the youth, they can be so imprevisble, we always have to planify all their life! Anyway, I hope Algernon will arrange my music for Saturday. Oh, what I am talking about, he sure will!
I don't know why I am writting to a poor diary! Gwendolen must have some bad influence on me!
mardi 23 novembre 2010
June 26, 1894
Dear Diary,
It's pretty rare for me to write down my thoughts. However, considering it's been a while since I've done so, I thought that perhaps I should do it again. Last Thursday, Mr. Worthing dined here and forgot his cigarette. Being naturally curious, I took the liberty of taking a glance at it. Something caught my eye as the inscription on it was pretty surprising. "From little Cecile, with her fondest love to her dead Uncle Jack". Surely, Mr. Worthing's name is Earnest. Unless, of course, he lied to me. As much as I look at the situation, I only see two possibilities. The inscription isn't addressed to him, or his real name is Jack and he is a Bunburyist just like me. I must admit the second scenario would be much more fun. Meeting another Bunburist would be rather enjoyable. I'll just have to make sure that he is serious about Gwendolene. On a side note, Aunt Augusta will come to pay me a visint tomorrow. Needless to say, I'd rather avoid such a chore. But one can't always do what one wants. I just hope it goes well. I think I'll visit my poor invalid friend soon enough. I deserve that at the very least.
Algernon
It's pretty rare for me to write down my thoughts. However, considering it's been a while since I've done so, I thought that perhaps I should do it again. Last Thursday, Mr. Worthing dined here and forgot his cigarette. Being naturally curious, I took the liberty of taking a glance at it. Something caught my eye as the inscription on it was pretty surprising. "From little Cecile, with her fondest love to her dead Uncle Jack". Surely, Mr. Worthing's name is Earnest. Unless, of course, he lied to me. As much as I look at the situation, I only see two possibilities. The inscription isn't addressed to him, or his real name is Jack and he is a Bunburyist just like me. I must admit the second scenario would be much more fun. Meeting another Bunburist would be rather enjoyable. I'll just have to make sure that he is serious about Gwendolene. On a side note, Aunt Augusta will come to pay me a visint tomorrow. Needless to say, I'd rather avoid such a chore. But one can't always do what one wants. I just hope it goes well. I think I'll visit my poor invalid friend soon enough. I deserve that at the very least.
Algernon
June 26th 1894,
Dear diary,
I’m so deeply in love! Ernest, Uncle Jack’s brother, proposed to me three months ago, on the 14th of February last. It was really romantic. He gave me a pretty ring. There are also the letters that he sent me, three times a week. Love, oh true love! I wish only it happened for real. I wish I could meet him some time. I’m sure that we will connect. I have to admit that I fell in love with his name. Ernest, what a romantic, inspiring, divine name! I pity all the women who are not married with a husband called Ernest. It’s the most beautiful name of the world! I’m tired of writing about this imaginary love in my diary. I want to feel it for real. I want to meet this Ernest, and get married with him. I also want to raise children. How cute would it be to have two or three little Ernests jumping around? I’m jealous of Uncle Jack. Maybe I could come with him to see Ernest soon. Maybe he’ll let me go to town. The Big London, it must be the most exciting place of the world, if it’s the place where Ernest lives!
I’m tired, let’s go to bed!
Cecily
Dear diary,
I’m so deeply in love! Ernest, Uncle Jack’s brother, proposed to me three months ago, on the 14th of February last. It was really romantic. He gave me a pretty ring. There are also the letters that he sent me, three times a week. Love, oh true love! I wish only it happened for real. I wish I could meet him some time. I’m sure that we will connect. I have to admit that I fell in love with his name. Ernest, what a romantic, inspiring, divine name! I pity all the women who are not married with a husband called Ernest. It’s the most beautiful name of the world! I’m tired of writing about this imaginary love in my diary. I want to feel it for real. I want to meet this Ernest, and get married with him. I also want to raise children. How cute would it be to have two or three little Ernests jumping around? I’m jealous of Uncle Jack. Maybe I could come with him to see Ernest soon. Maybe he’ll let me go to town. The Big London, it must be the most exciting place of the world, if it’s the place where Ernest lives!
I’m tired, let’s go to bed!
Cecily
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