Mai jos va las scrisoarea lui Will din Dispozitive infernale catre parinti lui.
It’s my seventeenth birthday
today. I know that to write to you is to break the Law. I know that I
will likely tear this letter in pieces when it is finished, as I have
done on all my birthdays past since I was twelve. But I write anyway, to
commemorate the occasion, the way some make yearly pilgrimages to a
grave to remember the death of a loved one. For are we not dead to each