Research and weakness.

As I looked at the books’ titles I could see they were the same but the books seemed different some how, perhaps one was merely older. The title was the same “CHRONONOMICON:
Aevi Naturales Pro Dispietis,” Book of images of the Time: concerning the life of a Fool. I understood now. This book. This Fool. We were the fool. This book was our life. I had to guard it; surely if it were destroyed so would I. **** to us all. It comes. Was I wrong to fight it so? No, if I failed, if surrendered to the will of Deus Est Machina. Then I would deserve, ****. I would fight.

I began to read the book with a great furry. I could not be sure who much time I had. The East was coming. Even with them coming I would fall to my weakness. I would make love to my Eva. In the middle of all this ****, I would love her, her soul, her flesh. I loved every aspect of her, her tender breath, her strong legs. I was glad my weakness was not enough to slay me. I discovered the secret of the books.