5th entry for 16th Oct.

Today it's not going to be about The Scarlet Letter, since all I've read of it lately were 2-3 pages. It was interesting however, Mr. Hawthorne was discoursing about an inspector of absolutely perfect mood and health even after sixty years and horrific family life, getting to the conclusion that our man in question is simply an animal, having really nice instincts but no real mind or soul. (I'm afraid the introduction of the novel is still far from its end.)

But again, I can't append much to that. I'll rather talk about people, who don't certainly possess more than one of the three virtues mentioned above.

Those who are exposed to direct communication with all kinds of common people at work, will have mostly changed their judgements about folks. At the county's waterworks, one of my barren duties is handling or forwarding all incoming calls when I'm not engaged in other matters.

So who are the crème de la crème in Borsod county?
I'm glad to tell, in our splendid countryside, about third of people fall into this refined party.

Most common are the Hermits. These representatives of local aristocracy seem so independent that they simply don't need any speaking skills. There is not a simple issue they can express in sentences. It's still not clear it's a dialect preferring to restart sentences after every 1-3 words, or it's a revolutionary one fully rejecting any kind of grammar structures.
However, they're most kind providing me keywords like "billing", "last week...bill", "cheque.... problem", so we get on very well, as long I'm to redirect the call.

The other two are way too exclusive, so I’d better explain them next week, not mixing them here.