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tarigwaemirSherman Fairchild, on the Feast of St. Hyacinth
Once again, still in lab. >_> Am going through a considerable ordeal; will tell all about it once it's over. But I stole some time to write the following. It's a bit stilted due to lack of revision but I've been keeping up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days so far, and I didn't want to miss the deadline. Oh, aren't I dedicated.
Twin
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khursten, thanks to whom I discovered Monster
From the transcript of an interview with Fraulein Liebert:
I've often heard it told that twins, even as infants, develop their own private language, which only the two of them can understand. This is a fallacy...as far as I'm aware. My...my brother and I, we did not speak the same language. That did not stop us from comprehending each other, as much as I would like to deny it. A part of an individual can remain unknowable even to himself, but this barrier to communication does not necessarily split his essential unity as a person. It is very important to remember that. A person is always whole, no matter how fragmented he seems to himself or to others. Like a hard-boiled egg whose shell is cracked but continuous.
My brother...Johann...he would not have agreed with me. To him, I was neither a separate entity or an appendage of himself. He thought of me as his doppelganger. A mirror image, but not a perfect reflection: distorted, flawed. Or rather he thought of himself as the distorted one. We could not coexist, faced with this other who was not-other. But he loved me, I know, in his own way. He could not bring himself to eliminate me, whom he thought of as the truer image, and perhaps that is why he did what he did.
[long silence]
On the other hand, I was fully prepared to kill him myself. If I am to be honest, there was a point where I was able to do it. Psychologically, spiritually, mentally.
Inside me, there is a murderer. Johann and I never shared a language, but those were the last words he left impressed on my heart.
[end of interview]
END
Yours &c.
Post-script: Happy birthdayaetherangelette! Sorry I couldn't send you an e-card, but hopefully the (belated) present will make up for it. ^_~
Once again, still in lab. >_> Am going through a considerable ordeal; will tell all about it once it's over. But I stole some time to write the following. It's a bit stilted due to lack of revision but I've been keeping up with
31_days so far, and I didn't want to miss the deadline. Oh, aren't I dedicated.Twin
Dedicated to
khursten, thanks to whom I discovered MonsterFrom the transcript of an interview with Fraulein Liebert:
I've often heard it told that twins, even as infants, develop their own private language, which only the two of them can understand. This is a fallacy...as far as I'm aware. My...my brother and I, we did not speak the same language. That did not stop us from comprehending each other, as much as I would like to deny it. A part of an individual can remain unknowable even to himself, but this barrier to communication does not necessarily split his essential unity as a person. It is very important to remember that. A person is always whole, no matter how fragmented he seems to himself or to others. Like a hard-boiled egg whose shell is cracked but continuous.
My brother...Johann...he would not have agreed with me. To him, I was neither a separate entity or an appendage of himself. He thought of me as his doppelganger. A mirror image, but not a perfect reflection: distorted, flawed. Or rather he thought of himself as the distorted one. We could not coexist, faced with this other who was not-other. But he loved me, I know, in his own way. He could not bring himself to eliminate me, whom he thought of as the truer image, and perhaps that is why he did what he did.
[long silence]
On the other hand, I was fully prepared to kill him myself. If I am to be honest, there was a point where I was able to do it. Psychologically, spiritually, mentally.
Inside me, there is a murderer. Johann and I never shared a language, but those were the last words he left impressed on my heart.
[end of interview]
END
Yours &c.
Post-script: Happy birthday
aetherangelette! Sorry I couldn't send you an e-card, but hopefully the (belated) present will make up for it. ^_~
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Date: 2005-08-18 04:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-18 09:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-18 07:03 am (UTC)Also, did you guys get my postcards?
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Date: 2005-08-18 09:41 am (UTC)Oh yes, I got your postcard two days ago. It was lying on my desk when I got back from lab, and it was quite seriously the most beautiful thing I'd seen all day. XD Meant to tell you thanks but in the panicked frenzy of yesterday, I completely forgot. Whee, Goethe's house! ^_____^ Someday I must see it directly in person.
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Date: 2005-08-18 09:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-18 12:58 pm (UTC)heh, and as a random note, the reason i know when you got up is because i was lying awake after a nightmare in which i woke up at 7:40am on saturday for my 8am MCAT...
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Date: 2005-08-18 05:51 pm (UTC)I noticed you were awake, and I thought you might have woken up at the noise I was making. So I tried to be quiet and ended up making more noise. >_<;; I've been incredibly stressed out these past few days, but clearly not as badly as you. O_O;;