In Which We Muse Pointlessly On My Metamorphosis Into Erik, Apologize For Earlier Idiotic Mistakes, Discuss Essays, And Contemplate Max's Latest Email

I shall now proceed to muse pointlessly on the subject of my metamorphosis into Erik. As Ben pointed out in his last comment, I seem to have developed an odd tendency to speak in the third person. Strange, but true. To any of you who have read Leroux's novel, this should be a warning flag that I'm going all Eriky, because Erik often speaks in third person, which Luke does a highly entertaining impression of. ("Yes, now you see Erik's face!")

I do, of course, have a theory on why Erik has this tendency. Here is my theory, for the comtemplation of any phans. Or random people who enjoy annoying me with their contemplations who aren't phans. Kat's Theory: Erik speaks in third person when his murderous impulses are awakened, when he talks about his face, and when he is unmasked. This, as I see it, is an attempt to differentiate his appearance from the rest of him, or the essence of himself. He never says "my face" but it is always "Erik's face" as if he and himself were two entirely different entities.

But Kat will stop being deep not and just be her regular self again, because she has now one serious blog and one paragraph of a serious blog, and she ought to stop or else she'll lose what readers she has. She has been speaking in third person this paragraph purely to frighten you all, but would like to assure you that she has not been unmasked.

I apologize for my earlier foolish misspelling. Thanks to Max for catching me at it, odd as that may seem.

Oh, and can any of you decode Max's email to me?

OVER DINNER TONIGHT I DEVELOPED A MILD CASE OF PIROMANIA, DISCOVERED THE MOTHER DAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP, AND WAS THE MOST NORMAL PERSON AT THE TABLE.

Presuming that he hasn't gotten a sex change and become a daughter, I think this involves his sister. The fact that he was the most normal person at the table is obviously indicative either that he was having dinner with me, or that he was in some very strange company. He wasn't at dinner with me, just for the record. I think PIROMANIA means pyromania, but who can tell?

Oh, and you know I'm bored when I start writing actual essays. School regulation, over spring break. Only they're all PotO related. They include: In Defense of Raoul, For the Love of the Persian, Why I Am A Phan, and Why Erik Has So Many Phangirls. Perhaps someday they shall be posted for your perusal. You shall be frightened, worry not.

Oh, and have any of you heard the Caroline, Or Change soundtrack? Caroline reminds me of Erik.

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.