"Which category do you belong to then?"
Arthur did not want to answer this question. He pushed the documents on the table forward: "I don't know, but I think you should look at this. This letter might explain your conjecture about Dutch and Düsseldorf dialects quite well."
To Sir Arthur Hastings:
When my pen tip wrote down the word 'Sir' on the letter paper, Arthur, my heart was filled with immense pain.
How should I describe this feeling?
I think the damage this word brings me is no less than the bullet under the Tower of London brought to you.
Damn it! Arthur Hastings, 24 years old, is a Junior Knight!
Arthur, when I received Alexander's letter before, I once thought you were ahead of me. But weeks later, the arrival of a new letter made me realize that you indeed were ahead of me. However, the way of walking between the two is obviously different!
Oh! No!
God! Buddha! Allah! How can you treat me so poorly!
Oh! No!
Priest! Pastor! Monk! Witch! Imam and Iman!
