Rorschach's Journal, October 13th, 1985

Slept all day, awoken at 4:37. Landlady complaining about smell. She has five children by five different fathers. I am sure she cheats on welfare. Soon it will be dark. Beneath me, this awful city, it screams like an abattoir full of retarded children. New York. On Friday night, a Comedian died in New York. Somebody knows why. Down there ... somebody knows. The dusk reeks of fornication and bad consciences. I believe I shall take my exercise.

First visit of evening fruitless. Nobody knew anything. Feel slightly depressed. This city is dying of rabies. Is the best I can do to wipe random flecks of foam from its lips? Never despair. Never surrender. I leave the human cockroaches to discuss their heroin and child pornography. I have business elsewhere, with a better class of person.

8:35 PM

Meeting with Veidt left bad taste in mouth. He is pampered and decadent, betraying even his own shallow, liberal affections. Possible homosexual? Must remember to investigate further. Dreiberg as bad. A flabby failure who sits whimpering in his basement. Why are so few of us left active, and healthy, and without personality disorders?

The first Nite Owl runs an auto repair shop. The first Silk Spectre is a bloated ageing whore, dying in a Californian rest resort. Captain Metropolis was decapitated in a car crash back in '74. Mothman's in an asylum up in Maine. The Silhouette retired in disgrace, murdered six weeks later by a minor adversary seeking revenge. Dollar Bill got shot. Hooded Justice went missing in '55. The Comedian is dead. Only two names remaining on my list. Both share private quarters at Rockefeller Military Research Centre. I shall go to them. I shall go and tell the indestructible man that someone plans to murder him.

11:30 P.M

On Friday night, a Comedian died in New York. Someone threw him out of a window and when he hit the sidewalk his head was driven up into his stomach. Nobody cares. Nobody cares but me. Are they right? Is it futile? Soon there will be war. Millions will burn. Millions will perish in sickness and misery. Why does one death matter against so many? Because there is good and there is evil and evil must be punished, even in the face of Armageddon. I shall not compromise in this. But there are so many deserving of retribution and there is so little time.