I find reason to be this way, to put you through the things I do. There is no real excuse for me and no words I write or speak will make true the accusations I bring upon you; it is my weakness you expose. You become tangled in my web of lies to myself which feeds the machine that is me. It is through fear I rationalize my unrational behavior. It is through my conclusions of my confusions I make legitimate eyes cry. I want that no longer, forever no longer!
Westinghouse, 1889 Jonah. 98.2
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