Algernon Moncrieff

by david lonergan

Monday, July 16, 1894

8h00 : My dear fellow diary, I have an amazing feeling about my mariage. Even if she had thought we were married for a few months, today is our ultimatum, we are getting married. It is true that I love Cecily Cardew. She’ll be a wonderful wife. I can’t wait to fit a ring on her finger.

10h30: My dear fellow, even if some people think I’m not good enough for Cecily, they are wrong. It’s not because I assume that cheating helps relationships to last that I’m bad for her. Anyway, if I don’t cheat on her, she’ll do it, so I should do it before she does. It’s not because I have a wife, that I can’t be a Bunburyists.

12h30: My dear fellow diary, I can feel it, I’m hearing the piano playing, the voice of the reverend asking us if we are ready. I’m so stressed, if feels like the sun’s inside my smoking. I wonder how beautiful will she be. Alright, time’s up, game over, I have to go now, wish me good luck.