16th entry for 25th March

In the meanwhile, a friend of mine was most kind sending me a printed copy of ‘The Scarlet Letter’ which is a way more comfortable media than printed sheets and computer displays. The Custom-House section, while seemed to be finished, continued with an extra chapter. It didn’t seem to carry a new lesson for me first – it's the part about how does public office degrade one’s character because of its firm and powerful support – but there was one point that took my attention, however. Mr. Hawthorne mentions it's a significant cause of the effect that as a surveyor, for example, you aren't really doing anything useful.

Then, it came to my mind how usual this kind of jobs has become nowadays. In the last century, people's attitude to their jobs has changed as much as their attitude to their lives, and it probably has something to do with the above mentioned problem. These days, there are loads of jobs without the faintest hint of serving common interests. Some of them clearly serve strictly the companies' profits – since modern industry, instead of serving the demand, tends to raise demand first – and some of them are for perfectly obscure purposes; hence the saying ‘I believe in our department, since I’ll never understand what it is for’. 

Perhaps this is why it became an art to earn money and feel being useful at the same time, and this is how it doesn't seem that useless anymore to be a customs officer.

 

15th entry for 19th March

I'd better admit it's already Thursday night and I'm somewhat troubled with today's entry, but at least my situation is similar to the one that Mr. Hawthorne experienced upon trying to collect his ideas about ’The Scarlet Letter’. Sitting in my ’coal-lit parlour’ – which is my only room, and not a parlour at all, but let's force parallelism – I already have some candles lit and my display darkened. They can't compete with the dim red coal-fire, but I'm quite sure that no moonlight with any kind of coal-fire and fantastic-looking contours could help me in making up a remarkable issue to write about tonight.

As a last resort, I could deploy a glass of absinthe or two, which would surely give an extra chance for a reasonable entry. However, earlier this week, fleeing home a little shocked from the Torture Chamber (others call it the dentist's) I had two glasses already, and genuine absinthe would be a nasty thing to be irresponsible about. Not as if the Green Fairy's former ban would have too much to do with the risks connected to its consumption – it seems it was rather the all-around alcoholism it raised and the toxicity of contemporary fake absinthe, not to mention the interests of the resurgent French wine industry – but still, I wouldn't consider those herbs I macerate in the spirit to have a positive effect in such doses when consumed too often. Neither, I think, would it fully deliver its fancy effect of ’lucid drunkenness’ which is a surprising experience indeed. Thus, there's nothing left but to go to bed for a few hours' sleep, dreaming of an amazingly interesting future entry.

14th entry for 12th March

We have received a short story titled ‘A Perfect Possession’ by Alison Louise Kennedy for later discussion at our literature seminar. Just like the previous ones, it has some elements to feel disturbed or even provoked of: it's a monologue of a parent raising a handicapped boy with his or her spouse (we cannot know whether the wife or husband is talking) with an extreme and somewhat contradictory approach seemingly based on Catholic beliefs.

This quite essay-like – and at most points, very obscure – monologue tells us that they are to protect the child from every single thing that could be considered as a sin somehow, putting stress on the child’s sexual attitude. At this point, the parent admits they were a bit confused about knowing that ‘children come from sin’, but it seems they were most keen justifying it with some logical leap and dealing with the kid’s sins instead. It doesn't turn out what kind of disease the child suffers in (it seems to be a mental or nervous one, or both), but it’s probably the main reason for the endeavour to make their son perfect by some other means. Perhaps it's their fear of facing sin: they rather deny they have sinned – however, the diseased child reminds them of it – hammering in their nails voluntarily (saying ‘this is more a privilege than punishment and we treasure it’).

They also cross a basic Christian principle, in my opinion: since they are to completely prevent the child’s exposure to sin, the innocence achieved this way is going to be invalid; however, at the end of the monologue, it turns out they’ve failed to achieve their plan perfectly.

13th entry for 5th March

A few weeks ago I was about to order a few books from an on-line store for the single reason they're cheaper that way. Above a certain, yet still reasonable value, you even get free delivery, so I had to choose an extra book, and I chose 'Chronicle of a Death Foretold' by Gabriel García Márquez. It's a novella printed on slightly more than a hundred pages, and as such, a curiously expensive one, but I was still pleased after reading.

It's really a coincidence, but I bought a book which has some relations to 'The Lottery'. At the first glance, the two protagonists' death have nothing to do with each other: Santiago Nasar's deliberate murder is preceded by a dozen of unlucky coincidences, and happens even though no-one actually wants him dead. However, the latter is the first faint similarity to 'The Lottery'. According to the plot, a wife is brought back from the wedding bed by her husband for she turned out not to be a virgin (while she was supposed to be and pretended to be one), and so her brothers are to retrieve the family's honour by killing the man who is said responsible. The brothers do their very best to make people stop them, so by simply trying to take revenge, they'd retrieve the honour of their family. They tell everyone what are they up to and they prowl around with butcher knives all the morning, but all they achieve is that a policeman confiscates their knives and sends them home. Well, they do, fetching two other knives and eventually ending up actually butchering Santiago. Those few attempts to warn him are so faint that he (and also the only friend who tries to save him) gets the first warning in the last minutes.

All the primary reasons of his death are related a bit to Tessie's death in 'The Lottery'. It's a murder for tradidion with no real importance about whether the victim is guilty, and the people are not concerned too much. It's true however, that we can't sense any satisfaction of instincts in the murder this time, but we shouldn't forget the brothers are butchers by profession.