MoL says wake up and smell the coffee, and find the email equivalent to a dog turd in your in-box. Welcome to the modern world!
How do you do, friend! I live next door to your flat and I was so shocked after what I saw last night – an ugly, fat guy fcuking [sic] a skinny, blond slut from behind and all that happened next to an opened window. Maybe you actually know him, huh? Willie Leverett
What “Willie Leverett” clearly doesn’t know is I live next door to my flat because I am renting it while the guy’s away in America. So unless this is some very strange piece of porno performance art unconsciously perpetrated by MoL, we don’t really buy it. There are no opened windows in the Musuem of Loneliness. MoL is of course greatly diverted by the pointlessness of the exercise and even thinking of entering into correspondence with the seven others sent the email (none of them known). The slightly archaic language “how do you do”, “so shocked” suggests someone not so used to email. MoL especially enjoyed the wit of “fcuking” but it was probably a typo. The email includes a YouTube link. MoL of course looked in the interests of forensic inquiry. Not directly because if you do that it will turn out to be a scam, probably trying to sell something. Copy and paste into YouTube you get a dead end: clip deleted. Being of literal mind, MoL asks, why does “Willie” do it? What does he hope to achieve? Huh? LoL MoL.
Meanwhile MoL continues with its project Fragments of the Lost Library. Part of the letter ‘d‘ indexed: Dante p39; Darwin 196; Darwinism 195-7; death instinct 128, 156; dependency 123, 126, 138, 147, 149-54, 193; Descartes,219; destructiveness 136, 154-9; Dewey, John 3, 18; Dilthey, W. 39, 41; Dollard, J. 10; Dostoevski 131; doubt 65-7, 75-6; Duns Scotus 61; Durkheim 11.
The following footnote discovered, not in whole: Although earplugs are essential for getting to sleep, they are useless later on, when you are awakened with night anxieties, and your brain is steeping in bad fluorescent juice. I slept beautifully through college, but the new job brought regular insomnia, and with it a long period of trial and error, until I hit on the images that most consistently lured me back to sleep. I began with Monday Night at the Movies sequences: a noun like “MEMORANDUM” or “CALAMARI” in huge three-dimensional curving letters, outlined with chrome edgework of lines and blinking stars, rotating on two axes. I meant myself to be asleep by the time I passed through the expanding O, or the dormer window of the A. This did not work for long. [rest missing]