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Dear Die-ary

The passions that drive us should be the ones we respect, and admire. To feel comtempt for ones motivations is a vulgar thing. Too often. It seems iv'e succumbed to less thad admirable compulsions driven by this furiosly reprehhenisble machine of mine. So many things inside that i can do without - desires and urges and what not so extraneous. By the time i write in this book again, I hope to be as cold as the moon that lights this page.