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‘Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood and blog such bitter business as the bitter day would quake to look on.
I started this morning with no idea what I was going to write. There isn’t much new to report with respect to my stories. Progress on Unanimity and on Penal Colony goes on at a steady pace. I ha…