Status Updates From That Fatal Night: The Titan...

“…at Mill House talk bounced around, hopping from one thing to another, getting lost, being found again, making people cross or making them laugh. The odd time I was alone in the parlour I felt as though the talk was still echoing, or floating down like dust to settle on the settee and the piano.”

This really does read like a 12 year old diary. All over the place but still coherent enough to read