December 12, 1959
Ezio Starseeker and Allenora the Elf-friendceased their Aeolian emanations last night. My colleague who informed me of the incident suspects nothing beyond a two-penny tale of adulterous betrayal and subsequent suicide. The slavering media of the Slaughtered Flock will enjoy that, I am without a doubt. Ezio always did listen most closely during my lectures on the psychological effects of surprise in the works of the old masters. More closely than during music theory, I must say.
Allenora as well, now that I think about it; I must remember to observe which measures they chose to harness this emotive force. Although the decision was ill-informed, some good may still be wrought from their sacrifice.
Nevertheless, I am bothered by how Ula will take it. She knows not of the sacrifice that her husband made, only what her blinded eyes have been trained to believe. Compounded with the death of her first husband, her internal world must be in an uproar. A card would not assuage her in the least, and I am loathe to try any more direct intervention. Botheration!
Thank the signs, the boy remains safely far from this. With his father dead, only he bears the ancient blood necessary to mend the rift cosmic. Although his mother raises him with a strict hand, he will soon enough break free from her religious fervor.
The signs are eminently clear: I must gird myself in resolve and not allow such laxity from my pupils any longer. Henceforth, the observation of Spruce Street will become my secondary duty – immediately following the most sacred charge of maintaining the Triumphant Veil. While the tenure committee meets soon, their meddlings will mean nothing if the very forces of creation continue being treated so heinously!
(Source: The private journal of Dr. Orlando Laswell)