The Rabbit of Usk is proceeding, I guess. But where he goes or what he might actually want I am less and less certain. Currently he has bitten through my slipper, causing my big toe to bleed. As I am the only one who can see and touch him, there are some in Pen-Y Fal, who think my suddenly bleeding big toe belongs to the miraculous.
However, should I prolong my own agony, embrace the possibility that I am indeed
touched by god, odds are there will be no possibility of me ever leaving Pen-Y
Fal. And with respect to structure, such an impasse would depress me
mightily. Incidentally, Pen-Y Fal the Joint Counties Lunatic Asylum, which is
what the asylum in Abergavenny used to be called is now days given over to high