Showing posts with label Navy Blue is the Color of Midnight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Navy Blue is the Color of Midnight. Show all posts
Thursday, May 24, 2007
TO: Rodrigo Weiss
FROM: Mathilde Bagnoire
DATE: 05/11/98
SUBJECT: Last night
Rodrigo—
Please don’t be ashamed about last night. Your grief is wholly warranted, and a logical result of these exciting times. I was honored to be there to help you through it. It is so rarely that I am able to escape my own head.
Mathilde
TO: Mathilde Bagnoire
FROM: Rodrigo Weiss
DATE: 05/12/98
SUBJECT: My failure
Mathilde—
I have never failed in this capacity before. I have always found myself able to perform. I don’t know where those feelings came from. All of these years I kept my family’s things in storage. I didn’t want to look at them because I didn’t want to be sentimental. I didn’t cry much—my grandmother cried enough for us both, and I often found it embarrassing and even suspected it might be false. I don’t know why now should be the time for me to suffer this sudden access of emotion.
TO: Rodrigo Weiss
FROM: Mathilde Bagnoire
DATE: 05/12/98
SUBJECT: Your failure
Rodrigo—
I know you’re confused by your feelings, and possibly a little frightened. I am confused, too—but remember how you felt when you were able to help me through my melancholic episode? I am here to help you as well.
Mathilde
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