The Dead Poets Society Info

I have found our neighbor to be a troubling man. Three days ago, after swearing he was no longer in the contagion period, he entered our room and we had some tea with him. He seemed rather polite, albeit awkward, and he didn't speak much in response to our attempts at conversation, just fidgeted with the cup and watched steam from the tea. After a while he took his kettle, thanked us for having him, and left. A night or two ago a doctor man went into his room. Now the fool is sick. Not to mention he does not ever speak too in depth of this beloved he frequently mentioned whenever he spoke. I almost worry he's in a unhealthy relationship, but whatever.

Poltergeist is being a brat. He is upset I did not allow him to converse with Sir Oscar Wilde off of anon. He is currently moping about with a sheet over hys head and complaining that Fox would let him, as if I am Fox. Laughable.