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  • mardi; semaine 1 January 22nd 1793

    I did not sleep last night; it was too quiet. I am thankful Dottie does not sleep, but I will fix that circuitry error soon.
    Dottie tried to teach me about Christianity; I learned much, but it is a dull and fanciful concept. I care little for it, but she assures me that it is important. I disagree.
    She introduced me to a decon and a bishop; they were nervous, anyone could see it.
    I still don't know why, but I will think on it.
    They gave me a cassock and chapeau. I will wear them tomorrow during 'mass'.
    Dottie did not make this 'mass' concept clear to me, though I viewed it earlier this morning, I don't understand.
    
    Perhaps tomorrow things will be made more clear.

  • lundi; semaine 1 January 21st 1793

    [Translated from French]
    I don't know precisely who I am; however, I suppose it's irrelevant for now. I am safe, I think, though confused still.
    My surroundings are adequate, but I am apprehensive of their unwarranted familiarity. There is a girl here; my daughter, as I remember. It is difficult for me to think, and I am tired yet restless.
    There is too much to know that I cannot; I am lost.
    I walked part of the grounds earlier; it's large and easy to hide in. I don't like it.
    Dottie says she will help me remember, but I doubt it. She is a machine, and I am not.
    How easier it would be if I were.
    
    For now, I will keep a log. That way I cannot forget.