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Absolutely No Relation to Parody
Love and Freindship, Part the Tenth
Lettre from Justin to Jonathan:
Not disowned? How can this be? I am all aghast, I had surely thought - supposed, nay, it cannot be so? He would welcome me to his table after these years? But I must continue my tale. You must know what occurred.
Lance returned to my side, almost as distraught as I had become upon sight of the lettre from our father. Sir Kirkpatrick had quitted Town! My poor Lance was beside himself, so distressed was he in anticipating my own distress. But such news only firmed my resolution. I quitted the room upon that instant, going directly to my room. I would follow my Chris to the ends of the earth, or at the very least, as far as Ireland. I was sure of his place in my heart, and it only needed the telling to convince Chris to be mine for eternity.
Alas, I was none to sure of his regard as I am today. When I returned to the parlor to say farewell to Lance and to call the servant for my trunk, Lance was nowhere to be found. Instead, the car of that odious Mr. P- was there, and I was forced to entertain him for a full fifteen minutes before he finally blurted out his news.
Oh, what a fool I was to listen to his blandishments. He wove truth and lies to skillfully together!
He told me of Chris' flight, the sudden loss of his fortune and his escape to the country with none other than my bosom friend, the man who had heard all of my affections toward Chris, Mr. Lance Bass.
Fie upon my cursed ears, for listening. Fie upon my treacherous heart for yielding in that weak moment to the suspicion of Lance's infidelity. But I could see it in that moment, the two of them laughing together just the day before, and so instead of pursuing Chris, I let myself be carried, almost insensate, away from my love, my friends and any near connection to myself.
Yours, Justin
Lettre from Justin to Jonathan:
Not disowned? How can this be? I am all aghast, I had surely thought - supposed, nay, it cannot be so? He would welcome me to his table after these years? But I must continue my tale. You must know what occurred.
Lance returned to my side, almost as distraught as I had become upon sight of the lettre from our father. Sir Kirkpatrick had quitted Town! My poor Lance was beside himself, so distressed was he in anticipating my own distress. But such news only firmed my resolution. I quitted the room upon that instant, going directly to my room. I would follow my Chris to the ends of the earth, or at the very least, as far as Ireland. I was sure of his place in my heart, and it only needed the telling to convince Chris to be mine for eternity.
Alas, I was none to sure of his regard as I am today. When I returned to the parlor to say farewell to Lance and to call the servant for my trunk, Lance was nowhere to be found. Instead, the car of that odious Mr. P- was there, and I was forced to entertain him for a full fifteen minutes before he finally blurted out his news.
Oh, what a fool I was to listen to his blandishments. He wove truth and lies to skillfully together!
He told me of Chris' flight, the sudden loss of his fortune and his escape to the country with none other than my bosom friend, the man who had heard all of my affections toward Chris, Mr. Lance Bass.
Fie upon my cursed ears, for listening. Fie upon my treacherous heart for yielding in that weak moment to the suspicion of Lance's infidelity. But I could see it in that moment, the two of them laughing together just the day before, and so instead of pursuing Chris, I let myself be carried, almost insensate, away from my love, my friends and any near connection to myself.
Yours, Justin