User:Wack'd/Snicket Letters

To Beatrice
To Beatrice -
 * Darling, dearest, dead.
 * My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not.
 * I would much prefer it if you were alive and well.
 * My love flew like a butterfly until death swooped down like a bat. As the poet Emma montana McElroy said: "That's the end of that."
 * You will always be in my heart, in my mind, and in your grave.
 * When we met, my life began. Soon afterward, yours ended.
 * When we were together I felt breathless. Now you are.
 * Summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you is even colder.
 * Our love broke my heart, and stopped yours.
 * When we met, you were pretty, and I was lonely. now, I'm pretty lonely.
 * Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down
 * No one could extinguish my love for you, or your house.

Book Three
To My Kind Editor,

I'm writing to you from the Paltryville town hall, where I have convinced the mayor to allow me inside the eye-shaped office of Dr. Orwell in order to further investigate what happened to the Baudelaire orphans while they were living in the area.

Next Friday, a black jeep will be in the northwest corner of the parking lot of the Orion Observatory. Break into it. In the glove compartment, you should find my discription of this frightening chapter of the Baudelaire's lives, entitled THE MISERABLE MILL, as well as some information on hypnosis, a surgical mask, and sixty-eight sticks of gum. I have also included the blueprint to the pincher machine, which I belive Mr. Helquist will find useful in his illistrations.

Remember, you are my last hope that the tales of the Baudelaire orphans can finally be told to the general public.

With all due respect, Lemony Snicket

Book Twelve
To my Kind Editor,

The End is near.

With all due respect, Lemony Snicket