I’m currently reading The Sorrows of Satan by Marie Corelli, which is an 1895 novel about this guy who gets a lot money all at once and also becomes friends with this other rich dude who helps get him connections in London. The rich dude is pretty much a living embodiment of Satan.
SO! Given the nefarious nature of this novel’s content, imagine my fearful surprise when I turn the page while reading and see a whole bunch of markings on the next two pages. I look more closely, and these markings underline certain letters of various words. Now, this is a library book. Also, it’s an actual 1895 edition.
I begin to put the letters together, shitting bricks while doing so, and I come up with the following message:
“I assure you! I am sorry. I could not do as we had planned. I love you and you love me.”MIND.
BLOWN.(Here’s a picture of the pages. The last “love me” continues onto the next page.)
(via libraryland)
