Blank Doll eats his foot.

There is a painting by M. George de la Tour called Le Tricheur which is quite brilliant. Quite simply, it is a portraiture that captures a game of cards between two aristocrats and a bourgeois. The middle class gambler quite explicity cheats at the game while the noblewoman has her maid as a spy and one can only surmise that the nobleman is also an adept cheat from his pile of piece d'or. It is a beautiful satire of society in pre-Revolutionary France and one really has to study it to take in all its meaning.

I have survived. His name a grave whisper in my head, echoing and resonating, resonating and echoing- an immense jabbering from which there can be no respite, nor solace, nor escape. I have survived.

C'est tout.