148 [Video, from Hospital Bed]

[And here is the Marquis in the infirmary; not dressed as per usual, his dark hair unbound and cascading lazily over his shoulders, his right arm in a sling to prevent causing himself further pain just because he feels the constant desire to use it. He looks tired, but better.]

I do believe this is the moment where I say that rumors of my demise were greatly exaggerated. But from what I can see there were few rumors to begin with. Normally I am quite content to write my little monologues, addressing my fellow denizens in print rather than speaking. I am addressing you now as both a Warden and a former Inmate: 

( Cut for length and bitchyness. STFU Inmates. You're not United. )

I invite other Wardens to reply in kind, and I invite Inmates, who've the heart and the spine to see reason, to offer how they have been helped:

I am Donatien Alphonse Francois de Sade, the Marquis. I have been the Warden of one Inmate since my graduation, and I shall be until his graduation. I have corrected his infractions firmly. I have done my best to nurture his impulses toward honorable acts. I have protected him, fiercely, against his attackers, and I have cared for him tirelessly when his health has waned, and I admit that once or twice, I have failed him, but will never fail him ultimately.

I am a Warden.