1822-05-23+-+James'+thoughts

So, Frank Rogers has lost his arm. How strange is that! For someone who claims to know all sorts of things about these supernatural powers, and for someone who's served as a soldier, he seems very green. He's far too confident. Hopefully he'll handle this well. I'm sure it won't be easy on him. At least he must of seen things like this before, being a doctor he must have seen things like this before.

Ah, now where was I again, "... agus an dá cheann acu ag meascadh gnéithe uathu seo a leanas ...". Well, I have a new appreciation for all those boring books I had to read during my studies in England. A boring book may be tiresome, but it's nothing like a boring book in a foreign language. At least these books are an escape from the real world.

Speaking of the real world, I wonder when the others are going to show up? I can't tell, but I think it's been long enough. Who knows how long they'll need to sleep in though, or Mr Rogers might have some complications. This whole night, it seems so dreamy. .... Maybe I can just lay my head down for a second. ...