If you were to ask me which, among the forty-something pieces in this strange diary, is my favorite, I would tell you that it is the essay made up of Installments 35 and 36. Looking back at this writing, after twenty years, I wince at much of what I wrote, and the high-pitched voice in which it was written.
But not the story of Ronald Fouquet, the story of my visit to a Damned Place.