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[Idly dictated into the journal,]

It never ceases to amaze me with what people get to write, and what gets made into books. Some things just seem downright treasonous, but they still get bound, and bought, and read by lots of people.

I'm a little jealous to be frank. At home it could be pretty tough to get hold of books and things. Some of my friends couldn't even read so having books would have been moot.

[Rin is in the library today, which is not very surprising: the library is a good place to try and find her. Tad the Arcanine is hanging around lolling under tables and in front of chairs as she reads. Just now, she seems to be slipping a book into her carryall: the curious might get enough of a glimpse to see that she's making off with The Anarchist's Cookbook.

Open, of course.]

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A simple yet unsatisfying peace. What is life without struggle?

Peaceful? Or at very last, tolerable for most, given how people avoid finding things to struggle over.

Is innovation not the reward of war, in your land?

In some ways maybe... I come from a country that's pretty closed, you know. I never really realized how much until I came here.

Nor did I, though my people are beginning to venture further than they ever have before. We will discover the Americas soon.

Someone's been to the library, huh?

No, actually, a fellow Italian here is from a few years ahead of me. She says it will come to pass, and the Americans here have confirmed it.

Oh... my country doesn't really open for a long while yet, I think. What year are you from, anyhow?

1488. And you?

1782! You're from before me... that's not too common. Most people say they're from "modern times" which is kind of funny when you consider that from my perspective, so am I.

I have noticed that, too. And to think, in my time, we are very proud of calling ourselves "modern". We have great, sprawling stone buildings, the beginnings of universities, art, science, literature... much more modern than those who still live in simple wooden shacks.

I met a fellow from 2500. I imagine he laughs at these 21st century people and their modernity.

Well, all of that stuff does stick around, so I guess you guys get to at least take credit for setting things on track in your part of the world. Who'd you meet from 2500?

A man named Jorge. Do you know him?

No. Was he nice, or was he a nuisance and did he act like a know it all?

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