04.04.2021 BUT HASTINGS! MON AMI! C'EST LA VERITÉ, MAIS CE N'EST PAS TOUTE LA VERITÉ!
Things have gone from bad to worse.
A dull throbbing in my right side is making me unhappily conscious of the fact that I have organs but am vaguely in the dark about who they are, and where they are, and what they’re supposed to be doing, and what they’re actually doing, and how they’re holding up.
I can feel my body rotting.
Things have gone from worse to worse.
My internal monologue has been replaced by an internal dialogue between Poirot and Hastings.
Poirot: Ah, but mon ami! You are failing to consider the most important fact of all.
Hastings: And what is that?
Poirot: Hastings! A fact most obvious! Simply this: It did not rain on Saturday.