".. rather ridiculous writing to you, but I suppose after so many months in the
East, my perspective on death and the afterlife has slid into something that
would have sent Vicar MacLeish screaming for the hills. So far from England, it
is almost possible to pretend that you are still alive and able to receive this
note, just like the many I sent from France. But then someone calls out to me,
and I am reminded that I am Kilmartin and you are in a place unreachable by the
Royal Mail.
– from the Earl of Kilmartin to his deceased cousin, the previous
earl, one year and two months after his departure for India, written to
completion and then burned slowly over a candle"
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