Sitting in the car listening to the Ramones was fun enough,
Time is a damned thing. It circles back around on itself, like a snake eating its own tail. Sometimes, events that have transpired, long ago, seem to repeat themselves, as events realign themselves, and tragedy strikes the same spot, on the same date, maybe even at the same hour. A date in time, a day of the year, could draw to it the same mental vibrations that set certain events in motion, long ago.
Note: We may omit the narrative history of Justine's trials as she retold them, from their beginning, to Madame de Lorsange. There would be little use in retreading the same ground for our present purposes. Also, we will return to telling the story from the third-person perspective, that we have, hitherto, employed, so as not to confuse the reader, and to maintain the singular cohesive nature of our work. —Author