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Wednesday, March 9th, 2005

Subject:That boy!
Time:7:42 pm.
I simply don't know what I am to do with that brother of mine! Everyday for a week he's been dissappearing off to who knows where, and he keeps the oddest hours a person can imagine. I suppose I shouldn't be to harsh with him though. He's at that age where everything can be dismissed as "the follies of youth". I remember some of my own "follies", and how much fun they were. nevertheless, I do wish he would tell me what he is up to.
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Monday, February 14th, 2005

Subject:Love and St. Valentine.
Time:8:15 pm.
I've never cared for St. Valentine's Day. I always found it to be such a bother: all the ladies twittering about what presents the shall recieve from their men, and all the men worrying about finding impressive presents for their ladies. This year, it has been a little different.

This year has been the first year that I've, well, that I've wanted to give a gift to someone. I suppose I feel a little embarassed writing what I've done, but it really can't be helped. I want to be sure to remember all details in the case that I was mistaken about the feelings of this young lady toward me.

You see, my little book, I went to the Opera House today and bribed a fellow there to do me two favors. First, to show me the way to La Sorelli's new apartments, which he readily agreed to do. Then the thing I am most ashamed of. Since Sorelli was occupied with rehearsals at the time I was there, I bribed this rather shady looking fellow to help me slip into her apartment once we reached it. Almost too easily he slipped the key from her dressing room and off we went.

Well, to make a long stoy short, we did slip in and...and I left a love note tucked within the front cover of her diary. I hope that she forgives me for the break in; nothing was disturbed except the diary I moved.

I need a drink.
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Sunday, February 6th, 2005

Subject:A weekend with a slow beginning.
Time:11:19 pm.
As it was, I was forced to spend most of Saturday cooped up in my study looking over all of last month's expenses. Apparently my banker has no sense of money. He claims that I overdrew my own spending limits by several hundred francs, an utterly ridiculous notion. Therefore, I spent a great deal of time checking and double-checking my own notations to ensure that my calculations were correct. They were. Then, of course, it took the entire rest of the day to prove this fact to him. He was not pleased with having to see me outside of business hours, but I was not pleased about the whole matter in the first place. Finally he consented that I was correct. He has promised to finish sorting the whole thing out on Monday, but I'm sure I shall have to call on hime to ensure that it is done.

Today was somewhat better. I decided to go as far as Notre Dame for Mass this morning. Sometimes I just need a change of scene, and no one questions me if I go to Mass. I find the churches and cathedrals to be quite relaxing, quite peaceful. I always get a great deal of thinking done there.

I have just finished that Doyle book I was reading. His tales really are quite amusing, and this strange Holmes character is quite a fellow. I have often wished I could write. I can see in my mind's eye how it might be. I would write dozens of books and publish them under an assumed name. Then I would go out to the bookshops and wander around, listening to conversations and trying to find out what people thought of my writing. then, finally, years from now on my death-bed, I would allow my true identity to be known by all. Alas, however, I am not gifted with the eloquence needed to turn one into a writer.
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Tuesday, February 1st, 2005

Subject:Musings on family.
Time:3:45 pm.
I recieved a letter from my sisters today. They and their husbands are away together on some holiday of sorts. Anyway, they assured me they are well, as always, inquired after my health, and immediately began giving me all sorts of instructions on how to take care of Raoul. I swear, after having been raised by those two and our aunt, I'm surprised that my brother didn't turn out to be more of a girl.

I sometimes feel guilty about the way I raised him. Raoul looks up to me as though I were his father. It makes me think that I should have been around more for him. I mean, it's obvious he turned out all right, but still; maybe I shouldn't have gotten him into the navy and should have let him stay home. He alway loved the sea, but was it right for him?

For goodness sake, with all the regrets I have about Raoul, I wonder what kind of a father I'd make. And believe me, I have thought about marriage. I've been thinking about it a great deal more since Sorelli started avoiding me. She's so young, it's really not fair for me to think that she would give up hopes of a long career followed by a fine marriage just to continue our relationship. I love her dearly, but I don't know that it would ever been possible for a de Chagny to wed a woman of the Opera House, no matter how much he loved her.

I'm starting to get into one of my moods again. It's the kind where I have to start rationalizing everything, justifying it. It's the mood that shows how I seem to be the antithesis of my brother. Perhaps a brandy and a book would help. I just recieved my copy of the latest novel by the English author, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. He's really not a bad writer, I mean, for an Englishman.
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Friday, January 28th, 2005

Subject:A quick note before I go.
Time:5:40 pm.
I am headed off to the Opera House for that visit I have been postponing for so long. If I'm lucky, I may be able to watch a little of a rehearsal, but who knows. I just like to see what is going on there.
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Wednesday, January 26th, 2005

Subject:La Sorelli and the Opera.
Time:7:50 pm.
I've been rather restless these last few days, and I think now that I may know why. Of late, Sorelli has been, well, declining my offers for dinner or a walk in the park. Though I am not generally a jealous man, I believe that one thought has been nagging me in the back of my mind: what if, perhaps, my dear Sorelli has found another man? I mean, I suppose I couldn't blame her if that is the case. Goodness knows I'm not exactly every woman's dream anymore: forty-one years old, receding hairline, a little nearsighted. But still, after such a long time with Sorelli, I hate to think that she wouldn't tell me if she no longer wishes to be..."on terms" with me.

I really must go to the Opera House and check in on things. I meant to do that on Saturday, but ended up going to the club instead. I do like to know that things are running tidily at the Opera, especially since my family provides them with so much money. (Though I do not begrudge any of it.) I wonder when they will be replacing La Carlotta. She is not...bad, per se, but I do wish they would get a little fresh blood in their vocalists. The dancers are lovely, especially La Sorelli, the Prima Ballerina, and...that Giry girl, what is her name? Meg, was it?

Well, I shall go write a letter to the Managers of the Opera and arrange to drop in and take a look around in these next few days.
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Saturday, January 22nd, 2005

Subject:The Paris Opera House
Time:6:02 pm.
I do believe that it is high time I make a visit to the Opera House. It has been far too long since my last trip there, and it really is proper for the patrons to pop in every once in a while to check on things. Perhaps I can track down Raoul and take him with me.

I swear, that boy has such peculiar moods. I should think that a few years in the army would have gotten that out of him, but apparently not. Twenty-one, he is now, and still subject to occasional fancies like a child. I think I sometimes envy his ability to lose himself in thought. I've never been one to do that sort of thing; always liked to keep a solid head on my shoulders.

Perhaps I shall go to the club tonight instead. A few drinks might be what I need; otherwise I may find myself succumbing to my envy!
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Friday, January 21st, 2005

Subject:Tonight I begin.
Time:11:57 pm.
I never knew before that my father, Count Philibert de Chagny, kept a "diary" of sorts. However, I today discovered it as I was going through the drawers of one of the many desks in our home. I suppose I feel a bit foolish. Here I am, at forty-one years of age, and still discovering things about my parents. However ever much I may not know about them still, I do know that I look up to their example. For that reason, I shall follow in my father's footsteps, and attempt to keep my own "diary" of sorts.

Alas, I have no more time to write, so I shall have to continue with my thoughts at a later time.
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