11.3

Martha, my dear:
Though I spend my days in contemplation, you have seen right through me. I endeavored to design a mind uncrackable, with depths and convolutions of introspection. What has been my end you've seen as though transparent from the beginning. Why do you see me as though from above, at great distance, while simultaneously knowing all intricacies as though you've completed a study of my inntermosts with microscope and scalpel? Why can I not confound you?
Sincerely yours.