As a manuscript-lover, I was very pleased to have found the manuscript. Very pleased, indeed. It was about 200 two hundred pages long, that is if I am not mistaken. I also found discovered a music score in it as well. the manuscript. It was, based on the words provided that appeared below it; under the music score, composed expressly for the pontiff. I was never a musician, and so, I sent a request to my son, the little Mozart, my son, of the family to play and record the music, and have it burned to a CD. However, To my biased/ (musically untrained) ears, it was mellifluous and sadly, only to me. However, to most of the people I played the CD to others, they told me that the music was not as special as I had claimed to be that it was nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing special as I claimed.
I have not yet finished reading the manuscript because there are so many works things that needed my attention. awaiting me. Being the heir of the estate that my childless uncle, it left me has consumed much of my time. Anyway, I believe I that will always have the be time in the future.
There were I found some quotes of lines uttered by Lord Thomas (the unnamed person man in the above excerptmanuscript) which I found to be very interesting:
“My life is like the Holy Writ.”
“My ministers are by nature kindred spirits. all good people, They just need some divine intervention.” [I prefer, "nudging"]
“I have never been a singer, let alone a great singer, one but on this morning, I am going to be a prima donna.”
“My Lord, If you have the courage, duel with Satan now!”
“With all my heart, I would like to express my great displeasure over my own handwriting.”
The phone is ringing again. I must be going now. Good day.
You never cease to amaze me with such plots. You have the gift :)
The Manuscript
The following is an excerpt from a manuscript that I found in the attic of my uncle’s house abode:
“… and he kept sauntering about the place, with his eyes half-closed. He was thinking whether or not he should break the vow. He was frowning. He was sighing. He was exuding great melancholy Great sorrow oozed out from every pore of his body.
He knew what ought to be done. Yet, he was reluctant. did not want to. He was entangled What a great confused entanglement he got himself into. confusion.
He hoped that someone would come to his assistance. But how it Was it possible? It was Completely Insane and completely out of the question! There, he was, at the time, living at a god-forsaken place where not even the greatest geographers or cartographers of the time knew of its existence. To be Frankly, it would be of no use even if the wisest man came and offered him wisdom some wise words. He was an “self-opinionated bastard man”, as his father just like Lord Edward, his father, had always been pointing it out to his son. opined.
Therefore, it seemed that he would have to continue his saunter would continue on for a while longer...”



