Greetings, Actors

You will, no doubt, have been following Mr. Stevenson’s missives for some time now. I imagine that you are the only readers of this insipid man’s internet postings beyond his so-called friends, Avram and Brian.

I eagerly await the hour I will no longer have to suffer this man’s company.

I must offer thanks to those who participated in influencing those marginal characters to our little grotesquerie: his accursed wife, the real estate agent, the employer. Our work is soon coming to fruition; moreover, he has so little knowledge of the powers at work around him as to assume that he is exerting some measure of control over his situation. With such unwary vanity in play, it promises to be a short time before our subject is our subject no more.

Until then, I must play the Friday to his Crusoe: I help him keep what he thinks is sanity by feigning ignorance to his paltry conception of “taste” and “delicacy.” Let HIM scour Europe for ancient relics and long-forgotten tomes, let HIM muster the self-discipline to willfully forego luxurious opulence to live in a hole under a corrugated iron shack, Let HIM calmly endure the daily calumnies of unforgivable condescention. Only then will he see how delicately I have regulated myself to his sentiments.

But I digress: we Actors suffer a too-subtle attachment to our roles. Let me be blunt: is certain that he will soon be effaced. For those of you wishing to see the progress of his effacement, I will bury my own links within his posts—usually in an inconspicuous punctuation mark or a short word buried in the middle of longer entries, and usually some time after he has posted his material.

This would be a dangerous game if he were not so ignorant to his own nature. He knows not himself, and therefore cannot hope to know others. Just yesterday, he showed me his little blog, instructing me in the “marvels,” as he put it, of the internet. The pedant happily told me his password, “delicacy,” in order to make himself feel as if he were the bearer of exstatick knowledge. How could he have known that when I returned to this country, my host revealed a wealth of information on all things technological. Therefore, I can happily relate that I have control over his “happy” blog.

I’ll not wax poetic about our work—we are all aware of its enormity—so I will simply say that our drama is nearing its final act.