Tom is back from Florence. He brought another statue back with him. We have placed it just outside the door to THE BUREAU. THE LEAGUE will know what to do with it. Or at least it will keep them occupied until K is finished digging the chamber for the library. Neftali has stacked all the driftwood he can find along the shore in a pile right in front of my bed, so I have to crawl over it to sleep. It’s my nightly prayer. He is so maliciously careless. It’s entertaining.