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without a lifelong sense of regret, and I am glad she has found someone else. Perhaps this will allow my mother to stop her continual hounding about my settling down.
If the truth be told, I would never have come to Clarkl if my mother had allowed me to live in peace with my choices. Her continuing correspondence with the Reverend Walters is annoying, of course, but not as difficult for me to live with as her videophone calls at all hours of the day. At least I am free from her interruptions here.
What is the secret of the New Christian Congregation’s popularity with the locals? That is the question of the moment, and the dining room manager is devising a survey so we can find out.
The choir is working on seven additional numbers with the modulation system. Today, one local recorded the first anthem and my Monteverdi intermezzo before the Credo. Then, he tramped out.
There is no need to include the offertory in the order of service. The locals do not give, and the staff is already giving a mandatory ten percent of their monthly payment. We volunteers contributed at the start. The Reverend Walters doesn’t see it, but he is used to giving people every opportunity to contribute. Meanwhile, I have to find something quiet for the music, and the locals lose interest.
March 13, 2144 – Unlike nearly everybody else here, I do not have a day off. The Reverend Walters, the choir, and I are on every day. This is starting to grate upon me.
Between the two services, there are four hours, and I am allowed to go out on explorations during that time.
Today I engaged one of the farmhands to take me to the market in a town between Overowl and Gilsumo. I paid him twenty dollars in American money, which he can wire to his American bank.
The farm trucks are large, of course, but they allow two people to sit in comfort. We rode the 75 miles in less than an hour.
Rugs are essentially unknown, I guess. I wish I could see what the Monarchs are using on the floors of their homes, but visiting homes is off limits. I signed an agreement that says so.
At the market I found a place that sells flooring. These items are essentially tiles that fit together, tongue in groove. Only eight patterns were offered, and all of them were way above what I wanted to spend. To place these tiles all over my floor, I would need to convert $27,000 to Clarkl money! Furthermore, all my purchases on Clarkl technically are the property of the Clarkl government, so a huge outlay like that is inappropriate. I returned to the compound with no rug and no flooring.
Other people are not complaining. They spend their spare time in the staff lounge and not in their cabins. The lounge is warm, and the linoleum covers the entire floor. If there were less idle chatter, I would spend more time there myself.
I think it inappropriate for a multimillionaire to be freezing his fanny off in his own home.
March 14, 2144 – The survey has started. Each local is asked seven questions as he comes into the dining room. The dining room manager expects to continue the survey for seven days and then compile the results.
The Reverend Walters has informed me the New Christian Congregation’s compound is now off limits. We are no longer welcome there.
More recordings by the locals at the services today. The choir did a wonderful job with I’ll Walk with God , with the help of the modulation system. My own Mozart sonata on the keyboard was nearly perfect, too.
The Reverend Walters continues to ask the locals to come to the chancel to accept Jesus Christ as their savior, but his score, in over ten years on Clarkl, is zero. The natives are willing to come into the sanctuary to listen to the music, but the message has not been received.
These locals know their own government is providing the food, but they have no concept here of the value of the religious life. The laws that exist look very much like our own Ten Commandments, and the Monarchs and their lieutenants, the Batwigs, keep
If the truth be told, I would never have come to Clarkl if my mother had allowed me to live in peace with my choices. Her continuing correspondence with the Reverend Walters is annoying, of course, but not as difficult for me to live with as her videophone calls at all hours of the day. At least I am free from her interruptions here.
What is the secret of the New Christian Congregation’s popularity with the locals? That is the question of the moment, and the dining room manager is devising a survey so we can find out.
The choir is working on seven additional numbers with the modulation system. Today, one local recorded the first anthem and my Monteverdi intermezzo before the Credo. Then, he tramped out.
There is no need to include the offertory in the order of service. The locals do not give, and the staff is already giving a mandatory ten percent of their monthly payment. We volunteers contributed at the start. The Reverend Walters doesn’t see it, but he is used to giving people every opportunity to contribute. Meanwhile, I have to find something quiet for the music, and the locals lose interest.
March 13, 2144 – Unlike nearly everybody else here, I do not have a day off. The Reverend Walters, the choir, and I are on every day. This is starting to grate upon me.
Between the two services, there are four hours, and I am allowed to go out on explorations during that time.
Today I engaged one of the farmhands to take me to the market in a town between Overowl and Gilsumo. I paid him twenty dollars in American money, which he can wire to his American bank.
The farm trucks are large, of course, but they allow two people to sit in comfort. We rode the 75 miles in less than an hour.
Rugs are essentially unknown, I guess. I wish I could see what the Monarchs are using on the floors of their homes, but visiting homes is off limits. I signed an agreement that says so.
At the market I found a place that sells flooring. These items are essentially tiles that fit together, tongue in groove. Only eight patterns were offered, and all of them were way above what I wanted to spend. To place these tiles all over my floor, I would need to convert $27,000 to Clarkl money! Furthermore, all my purchases on Clarkl technically are the property of the Clarkl government, so a huge outlay like that is inappropriate. I returned to the compound with no rug and no flooring.
Other people are not complaining. They spend their spare time in the staff lounge and not in their cabins. The lounge is warm, and the linoleum covers the entire floor. If there were less idle chatter, I would spend more time there myself.
I think it inappropriate for a multimillionaire to be freezing his fanny off in his own home.
March 14, 2144 – The survey has started. Each local is asked seven questions as he comes into the dining room. The dining room manager expects to continue the survey for seven days and then compile the results.
The Reverend Walters has informed me the New Christian Congregation’s compound is now off limits. We are no longer welcome there.
More recordings by the locals at the services today. The choir did a wonderful job with I’ll Walk with God , with the help of the modulation system. My own Mozart sonata on the keyboard was nearly perfect, too.
The Reverend Walters continues to ask the locals to come to the chancel to accept Jesus Christ as their savior, but his score, in over ten years on Clarkl, is zero. The natives are willing to come into the sanctuary to listen to the music, but the message has not been received.
These locals know their own government is providing the food, but they have no concept here of the value of the religious life. The laws that exist look very much like our own Ten Commandments, and the Monarchs and their lieutenants, the Batwigs, keep
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