Dear Nearly: Part 13 "Ennuillia"

ennui. Webster says that it is listlessness and dissatisfaction resulting from lack of interest; boredom or tedium often wrought from surfeit. i'm thinking of a million-pounded American. not anyone in particular just a general figment of my imagination, really, but overweight nonetheless. this person, Nearly, lives in your realm, the realm i've been trying to avoid. that's why i can't visit your estate. your rhapsodic appearances have provided me with quite enough fellowship. not that i deride you, but you must understand, too much of your stunting activity is demoralizing. although it is true i would love to visit you if simply for the pure sensation of it all, but i must decline your request. Nearly's Palace. it resonates for sure. i've heard it's like an inconsequential paradise. but you should know rumor has it, your paradise is also a land of no return. it's also commonly refered to as "Ennuillia". i hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it's the truth. your estate paradoxially creates a bored provision, a dreamily vapid joint, a tiresome amusement for your visitors. this is the diagnosis because you can't let any experience want, for then they might, Nearly, be unhappy. then you invert the whole situation by witholding true peace, for then they might, Nearly, be content. many have visited your estate and have never returned. remaining there is the million-pounded American-- consumptuously unsatisfied with satisfaction. take my criticism for what it's worth and change yourself to become a positively positive influence...