3 May 1692, Tuesday
Sunday’s sermon sits like bricks on my brain. I cannot get Parris from my mind, his long hair curling round his face, though there is nothing youthful in his hardened gaze. I wonder how his mind works, how he makes connections one to the next. Is he a logical man? I cannot say. Tis true he has not received his salary for some time, and anyone working without payment has reason enough to be bitter. His lack of payment stems from the fact that the people of the Village are not in connection with themselves. Half the Villagers want this, half the Villagers want that. Some Farmers squabble for this. Some Farmers squabble for that. Parris, though I may not like what he says or how he says it, suffers for it. Since he continues without his salary, since he does not get what
