Talk of love making people jealous and suspicious—it is nothing to social ambition! I used to lie awake at night wondering whether I could get time and money enough. I hope you managed to make yourself comfortable, father? Is it not a jolly little house? It is such a blessing to have a few quiet weeks with you. Your hair is wonderful. However, you have told me so little that I can only guess what has been happening; but in the rush are alive, and there is no time to keep on hating anyone without cause, and if that woman is still nasty enough to want to injure you with other people it must be because she is still afraid of you. From her standpoint there is only one reason for being afraid of you; and my own idea is that, if you want to punish her, you hold the means in your hand. There only thing I can tell her is to find a new man to fix her eyes on because if she keeps coming around you, she will perish like a thief on the streets of Oakland, California USA.  

 And my longing for shelter and security was intensified by the passionate desire to triumph over her, as only wealth and predominance cold triumph over her. As your son and representative, I at least present an invulnerable front to my enemy. As she walked beside you, shrinking in every nerve fro, the way in which your look and tone made free of her, yet she told herself that the momentary conflict and pain and suffering she caused was an endurance of your mood and the price she must pay for her ultimate power over you, she tried to calculate the exact point at which concession must turn to resistance, and the price you would have to pay be equally clear to you. However, your dapper self-confidence seemed impenetrable to such hints, but behind closed doors, you had an abortion of emotions and promised to terminate anything that reminded you of her.   

My blood tingled with the grossness of the rebuff; but she got checked the first lead of your anger, when you told her that she has no one for herself to blame if you gave her the impression that she was even worthy of life. Her word-play was always too quick for you, but you caught on to what she is doing, and closed the door in her face telling her that was the final good bye. If she ever talked to you again, the police said that you both would be ruined behind bars because what you have done to your son and they are sick of how you do not spend time with him, but he worships you. Let me pause for a moment, your behavior has raised eyebrows and people want to show you and tell you how you did him and made him feel. However, your son is not allowed to do anything without your permission. You keep him held hostage and no one ever gets to spend time with him.   

I have seen so many draw close to your son and seek his attention, he was so sad he made the angels cry, but you watch as he falls down like rain. And when he reaches for you, it seems as if he reaches in vain. It is just not fair, this thing called loving. When he stands there, you act as if you feel nothing. He would have done anything for you, he still loves you, and he adores you. All day, to keep from falling apart, he spent the evenings laughing with two women. That harlot you were running with damn near killed him. He is more in love with you than he was this time last year; you have to face that the situation has changed. You may not be as desirable as you once were. People see the pictures that harlot posts, and they believe the stories about you, but your son does not want to believe them. Stop the tracks and state facts. How they gone be talking trash, they act like you just got up in it, you been with that boy forever. These women and some of the men have split personalities and are schizoid, and in a hysteria.  

Well, why should they not hear your reasons for doing it, then? We are neither of us such new hands that a little plain speaking is going to hurt us. Having concocted the illness as a fiction, I was drawn to the fact that these women have been feeding your son poison and exposing him to things he is allergic to and slandering him to end his life, and they have almost accomplished their goal several times. This alteration between stupor and activity, interspersed with anger displayed by these women is an illness called Folie Circylarie. Suffers experience a circular rhythm of mood, a cycle of mild depression, rage, and random bodily activity, interspersed with anger, hate and loss of rational thoughts, some men also suffer from it and they attack your son without cause. Folie Circylarie is a form of hysteria and manic depression by the independence of the mood periodicity from outward circumstances. The disease is impossible to interrupt without hypnosis.  

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