Miss · Cornelia · Rothschild

Ashes to ashes, and rust to rust.

(Mr. AM Radio is a kind, sweet man and looks after the grave of this great engine.)

After my injury, I found myself again thinking of the day that I will no longer be here. I am Almost Immortal...good machines can be made to live forever, in a manner of speaking. But as Aunt Elysia says, we all return to the stars at some point...and, as I noted before, it is my lot in life to watch those who are not as long-lived as myself slip away from me.

That is why I am so lucky to be surrounded by such loving people, who offer me such affection and attention. I always least expect it...I do not think very much of myself. Oh, not that I despise myself or some such nonsense, but simply that...well, I am here. And that is that. I am not especially talented or brilliant or beautiful or funny or artistic or spiritual, or anything of the sort, and so I seldom anticipate that anyone will single me out.

But people do, and it always fills me with a sort of timid ecstasy. I don't wish to intrude on anyone, and am shy at heart still, but I love those who love me. It is a very confusing feeling, but attended by such elation that I long to experience it again and again.

These people burn so brightly in my mind, I shall remember them forever. And that comforts me, for I should hate to exist so long that I begin to forget.

I am so sentimental lately. But I would like to write about three such groups of people so that I have definite record of them, at least before I go on to jotting down other things.

I was invited to join Clan Kintyre a few weeks ago, by my Uncle Zen and Her Grace Kintyre, Lavendar Beaumont (I am not sure if I ought to call her my aunt, yet). I have been appointed the Secretary of the Kintyre Privy Council (I suppose I do have the qualification that I can write in perfect Times New Roman). But it has truly been like joining a family, which fills me with such gladness. I am especially grateful to His Grace Kintyre, Erasmus Margulis, for offering to sponsor me for my debut...it was a very humbling offer, and I shall be proud to be so.

(Kintyre, land of beauty and kindness.)

Secondly, Dame Lapin Paris aethermessaged me the other day and asked if she might show me an artwork she made...inspired by me. I was shocked, as I have seldom had the opportunity to speak with Dame Lapin, but I hurried over to see.

(The Clock.)

It is a gorgeous clock, and when you are inside you can gaze out at the moon through the half-open clock face, which I think is a beautiful image. She means to show it at an exhibition about clockwork, and I am to attend. I cannot believe she ever took enough notice of me to craft such a thing of wonder, and I am beyond words to describe how happy I am.

And thirdly...this is a very old image.

(High above the earth.)

This was the day that I met the Professor, and all of his merry crew. I had such fun, and they were so sweet to me, and all of them have become such good friends...given how old some of them are, I hope they shall be good friends for many many decades and centuries.

At any rate, if I listed everyone I love I would take up the rest of this volume, and half of another, so I ought to stop for now. The glue needs to dry, anyway. And I must clean the dining room from lunch.

Love,

Lia

I wasn't shopping for a doll
To say the least, I thought I'd seen them all
But then you took me by surprise
I'm dreaming 'bout those dreamy eyes
- So says the song on the wireless.

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Current Music:	The Killers - Everything Will Be All Right