...a deathly serenade...

more adamant, I think it was because of the speech (I
call it a speech because if you can remember you were
the only one speaking for 25 minutes) you gave about
the pointlessness of a fake revolution, you called it. Lee
blames you. To be honest I’m not sure. As things
advanced and it was closer to the time of staging the
play Antonin became more and more megalomaniacal:
he wanted to control everything. It was getting really
ridiculous; I stopped believing in the beauty of the
intention. I think for me the play was becoming uglier
and uglier. So I told him this and we fell out. I was not
happy about the situation at all you know. Who does
he think he is, Bulgakov! I knew he was not right. And
he started acting more and more strange and there
was no consolation. Saying strange things, acting
strange. Maybe it was this pressure, all that true
anarcho stuff really might have gotten to him. I think
you played a part in this. Because he then had this
huge panic attack and he’s now sectioned at
Homerton. The police you know? It was this pressure
that seems to have only come from all your
conversations. He is writing and is adamant about the
idea of making a sculpture in the vein of that stupid
molding thing he carries around, you remember? Even
you with a spoon and popcorn I think you would just
be good for the situation. So when are you coming
back?
Let me know,
Felicity x
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