Journal Entry 39 - October 24th, 1878
I find it very odd how the pendulum clock appears different. The sides slope gradually at the top and the wood seems to darken after each night. I sometimes wonder if my endless sorrow has made me mad. I would have never purchased the clock had I realized how ugly it truly is. Some nights I cannot bring myself to look at it; perhaps this is purely out of fear and revulsion. I very much look forward to Mr. and Mrs. Haselden’s arrival. They shall surely bring back my sanity. If only I could free myself from this pit of despair. Seldom do I walk down the thoroughfare when others are hurrying amongst themselves to and fro. The moment I stride by them they stare unendingly.
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