It seems I did not win the Dutch lottery after all and even worse, it seems that Mr Jeffery Buuren (Advocaten) is a chimera, a mere bagatelle, an ephemeral conceit. In short, a fraud.
I am wounded to the quick by this affair and will not soon recover my faith in humankind. I placed my belief in this man – if man such a creature could be, damn him! – and I’ll not lightly trust again.
I shall now retire to the drinking room of the Bockschloss to consider this affront, this betrayal, this heartless breach of confidence.
I am all undone.