All things truly wicked start from an innocence.

Here is the little la terreur de la nuit himself, going through his rigorous regimen of calisthenics, aerobics, tai chi and yoga. He generally spends a good few hours a day working on his strength and his stamina. He is a firm believer in the maxim of a healthy mind and a healthy body, and is a young man not to be reckoned with.

Last night, Jennifer and I found out just how effective the diminutive warrior’s stratagem of looking innocent but plotting anarchy is when backed up by exceptional physical and mental capabilities. The sheer force of will to scream, wail and generally carry on had us both up and down throughout the long and brutal hours of darkness. I don’t believe that his machinations and manoeuvrings are part of a broader plot to attempt a putsch – as I suspect the case to be with dear Henry – but I think that Ezra is attempting a more complex, multifarious form of psychological warfare.

The intentions of this subterfuge is beyond my tired and feeble mind, which in its very self I am increasingly considering to be a crucial facet of his approach. If I were not so tired, I’d be ever so proud of the lad. He has left me a broken shell of a man today.

Well done Ezra!