What we usually or might get is an account of Exquisite sources of suffering, sexual adventures in disloyalty, distortions of truth all tellingly told
so as the Diarist emerges as a MARTYR
There are certain modes of writing (say a Diary) who do not need truth far better to replace with a disquieting abundance of imagination
written so endearingly as if they were on the knees
of their heart.
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