As suspected, Syme vanished during Hate Week. The thought that there will only be one word left in fifty years should have been kept to himself, and saved him his life. The chaos is great in preparation for Hate Week. The proles have become more loud than ever, which I find annoying. The room above Mr. Charrington's shop eats away at me. The thought of escaping to rendezvous with Julia there, is the best place. If only Katharine could die and enable Julia and I to be together for as long as we both shall live.
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