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Morning. It has snowed terribly all night, and is vengeance cold. I am not yet up, but cannot write long; my hands will freeze. "Is there a good fire, Patrick?" "Yes, sir." "Then I'll rise; come, take away the candle." You must know I write on the dark side of my bed-chamber, and am forced to have a candle till I rise, for the bed stands between me and the window, and I keep the curtains shut this cold weather. So pray let me rise; and Patrick, here, take away the candle.
Well, ok, it didn't actually snow last night. But it did rain. It's been raining for days. I don't remember life before rain. It's a good job Patrick is here to make the tea. Patrick? Patrick!?