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General Summary
A compilation of letters sent from an anonymous person. The only identification is their ending, "Most Fair and beautiful, solemn courtesy". See the journey the letters take as they get more in depth and odd. Will the admirer act on his/her words?

Friday, July 31, 2015

July Thirty First of Twenty Fifteen

Most Dearest and Angelical Claudia,



I would first like to apologies, yet again, for my tardiness. It is not that I do not find you important or unworthy of my explicit time. Instead it is out of my own foolishness and untimely celebration. An important anniversary came upon our calendars and I decided to, untimely, have some "fun".

As such I inadvertently passed out by the liquid of life with the cup spilling into the drain. When I came to, I ,abashedly, could not remember what time nor day it was. With the curtains drawn and a mess I was lost in time. The beauty of chaos lay out in front of me, adulterated and amazing. Alas though your beauty could not be challenged even as I peer at all the joy in my vicinity with glossy eyes. It was a marvelous scene. Not for a lady such as yourself but for a low life commoner as your truly.

But never fear, for your purity is slowly descending onto thy self. It is for this that I am a changed changing man. For the better it is why you are my light, my only love. As a suitor vying for your hand I would like to leave you with a final message of my intent.

When you are seemingly alone know I am always with you. When you are scared know I will always be there for you. When you don't know which path to take know I will follow you which ever is chosen.
When you are ready to choose, know that it is already chosen.


Most Fair and beautiful,

Solemn Courtesy

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

July Twenty Eighth of Twenty Fifteen

Most Dearest and Angelical Claudia,

What a marvelous time it is to be free. Freedom of the wise and duplicitous. It is a wonderful feeling when time and time again you are reassured of your standings in life. I am prompted to reason with you that you, my fair lady, are free. 


Break from your shackles of thy jailer and warden. Become free to decide what is right and wrong for yourself by thy self. 

Marvel in the mysteries of life and reality. No longer feel repressed, depressed, and oppressed from the feelings, the being, that is your nature. Remember that it is I who stands in the shadows of the night not in mock scrutiny but astonished wonder. Remember those who cannot be seen for being seen makes your light diminish.


It is not but a petty squabble when a shadow is seeing but to be seen diminishes all that before it.


I have been foolish in my contemplation and audacious plans to allow one such as yourself, so pure in dignity, to see such a shadow. To my merit though, my haste is hastened by the fact that your jailer does not allow such shadow to see. 


I ask that you do not become unfettered by my words but rather have some solace that your well being is in consideration. I would disdain my existence if you could not decide what you wanted, for your wants are the most important thing there is. 



Most Fair and beautiful,

Solemn Courtesy

Monday, July 27, 2015

July Twenty Seventh of Twenty Fifteen

Most Dearest and Angelical Claudia,

Please forgive me for not writing you in earnest. After our last correspondence I went outside to the cafe across your masterful window. I sat there just in time as the blue buzzereds sang their days end song, to see the warden at your window! Oh, I thought for a second you did not get my message! What I would have done in retaliation... that is not needed though. Because in his arms I saw a white drape. I knew then that you had tried to follow our secrete message. It had just been foiled by the warden. Treacherous he may be, formidable I did not foresee.

But this is not why I ask for your forgiveness. No, I ask for it because I was not able to in my glee write back to your in the utmost urgency. This is no excuse for my behavior for I should have foreseen it just as the warden but your jailer happened to cross paths with me. Yes, that same jailer who has stopped my advances in the past. 

I will not divulge into details but let between us just say that the experience was not completely pleasant. Where I had to lick my wounds like a cat for two days I was not able to pick the quill or even my eyes for the matter of fact, beyond the strain of everyday accords.

May this show my commitment to our secrecy I, just as yourself, did not dissolve our bond of secrecy in the face of torment. Rather I clammed shut and as such am able to continue our discourse. Please try to understand my sentiment for I would never try an hurt you in our time of lady like time. Understanding that I am a perfectly suitable suiter for all your needs. This is all I ask. 

I will uphold your values, morals, and secretes to the death. All I ask in return is your hand.

Most Fair and beautiful,

Solemn Courtesy