It’s work observing that Marian’s diary, besides being written like a mind map, is often fragmentary. Occasionally, an entry deals with an episode from one day, and a later one is written to reflect on what happened before. (It also happens that she goes back to consider what happened afterward in yet other, even later entries.) This entry heart deals with a political problem that bothered her because of Desmond, and I still haven’t found out whether she thought about the context somewhere else.
I just lay in the grass, trying to enjoy the clouds. Impossible. I don’t even remember what any of them looked like anymore. “It’s just that…” Why bother [Mikhail] with this? Desmond’s problem shouldn’t trouble him just because it gives me a hard time. “Well,” I began again, “humans seem to have a problem with reason. I guess it started in their Enlightenment period, but now they talk like it existed to control things. Even Marxists, and they put economics on a pedestal. But, you know… How come Cristóbal is the only one who gets it? Understanding has to come first, and that’s why reason exists. You can’t expect to control the majority of things very well if you don’t even know the basics, can you?”
Whenever we ‘just talk’ out there, I half wonder if Mikhail grows any for it. And not just ‘closer to me.’ Am I getting anywhere, unable to notice? Is he?
Suddenly, my dress felt uncomfortable. Almost like ‘too small.’ Hateful hormones, it’s all mixed messages everywhere. I sat up. Solomon was looking at us from the sidewalk. “Did you two just tussle?” he teased. I wanted to beat him senseless.
What say you?