Gentle Reader–
It has been Some Days Since I read this Letter, and I fear I cannot in Good Conscience or with Any Degree of Sincerity offer Counsel to you, as the Breadth of your Circumstances are Simply too Fantastic to be believed! How can you Nonchalantly declare you are in the Company of that Notorious Lord and his Rebellious Companions, and that you are Enthralled by his Charismatic Presence? Is this Dr. Polidori?
Yours &tc.,
The Editor
My good sir Editor, I have found of Late within myself a feeling, as of the flitting of a Sparrow or Butterfly of some description, that fell upon me as I did cohabit a House with several Poets, Writers and similar queer Folk. Even as the good Mrs Shelley did entomb herself in her Room, claiming that it was for her Writing, although we all know it was to avoid the lewd Talk of the Lord Byron, I found myself transfixed by the very Flesh beneath his Clothes. Indeed, I long for his Arse. Thoughts?
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