June 9, 2016
Dear Mr. Hamilton,
Our New England friends are simply inspired by principles. I am sure you would rather dismiss principles for convenience, as I am sure you would use a leaf blower.
But the New Englanders merit support, as the authority exercised by Mr.Goodell demonstrates an infidelity to the spirit and dictates of the agreement and to the laws that govern its establishment. The law is not above the law.
Despite this conviction, Mr. Adams will receive only my modest counsel. I no longer possess the ambition to govern or inspire men, preferring to labor in the earth, and tend as much to my studies. I hope you resist involvement as well, though it appears the issue has already elicited some of your most poisonous instincts. Would it not be wise instead to begin amending this unfortunate legacy? I know of no edifice in the capital inscribed with your name.
On a related subject: General Washington’s army is making preparations. His communication suggests little artillery, a meager fighting force and a depleted inventory of Trojans. We both know that under his command the army is sure to be formidable in due time, and though his men may be vulnerable to venereal disease, the greater concern is his vulnerability to your designs. I hope you apply your influence wisely. With his talents surely set upon a higher purpose of liberty—freedom not from a distant despot, but from invisible coercion, our fellow Americans might not return to an agrarian subsistence, but they might put down their iPhones.
My friend Ayesha is ever on her device. I fear I bore her. She is ever distracted, giving my words only a passing concern. I sense she finds my manner a welcome reprieve, however, confiding that young gentlemen of today are interested only in “hooking up,” or drunken philandering, describing them as “so ridiculously lame.” I can only infer that this lameness is due to their reliance on modern devices, poor diet and playing “lax” in lieu of bridling a horse.
All of us should proceed with great prudence. Everything in this world is still a matter of calculation. I am calculating to gain Ayesha’s favor and faith in the purity of my motives, and as such I am determined to understand her passions. I will be attending a rally at ten o’clock tomorrow morning to recognize the lives of our black countrymen. She seems conflicted about my attendance. I dare not ask why. I only observe for now; I have learned that an American university is only a safe space if you remain quiet.
Your friend and honorable servant,
