Malvolio's Diary.

her. But I am frightened of telling her of my secret. Not for I am frightened, but I do not know which personality I love of so many she has.  After the death of her loving brother, speaking was her abnormality, I dreamed that maybe she would see the Puritan ways. She would have solid respect and a foundation for a longer lasting heritage with me at her side. But alas she seems to not undergo the same precautions she once took, she has began to wear more divine colour not the solitude black she once wore she speaks more often to women not of even of her own calibre. Today she talked to a man not of our residence, a man from Duke Orsino’s court, her puritan ways were a disguise, an excuse. Her cleverness has leaded her to find that her false bereavement has also been a key to another of Orsino’s many false sides of his puzzled heart. He must have some feelings for a woman crying for her lost brother, he must give her peace. One person who should give her some peace is her drunken fool of an uncle, Sir Toby and his no brain-drinking partner Sir Andrew. Their life revolves on alcohol and women, as if this is a way on building a person’s lifestyle, I think not! They plot to humiliate me, with silly escapades, but I do not fear two drunken men with no brains! HA! Can they not see they are humiliating themselves practically every single day. But Sir Toby knows his days are numbered, as Sir Andrew will abandon him if not intitled to his fair share of sir Tobys riches, namely Olivia. But Olivia will have none of it, for she has heard tales of Sir Andrews stupidity, for he also does not carry a sort of charm about him, which cannot blamed on himself, as when drunk you are not depended upon to look your best, HA, HA, HA! There is Maria, I suppose she is good for a common person, not much wit or cleverness to her, but she knows her place and knows her manners when beside such characters as myself  and lady Olivia. But I know she is Jealous of me like the others and is scheming  to humiliate men. But yet I do not fear for she also has no more wit than the others and possesses no talent of any sort. She even sometimes jokes with sir Toby and Sir Andrew, obviously on the same subject of  their endless common talk, nothing intelligent ever comes from mouths such as theirs.