archival

After a day of reading courtship letters between H and E from 1889 and 1890:
Her: We have to break up now so we can back up and do this right.
Him: What?
Her: We have no letters! When people dig through our junk in 120 years, how will they know what it was like when we got together?
Him: Um, what?
Her: It’s all there with those two: him pursuing her and going absolutely out of his mind and his handwriting going all to hell as things got worse and worse, and her telling him that his conduct was unbecoming and wondering why he wouldn’t just go away…
Him: Look, we are not breaking up so we can get back together through a dramatic, tragic correspondance.
Her: Fine. Well, we do have some letters. Well, emails. Until we decided we would just talk to each other every day. Which happened pretty quickly.
Him: So there you go.
Her: Until we lose it all in a server crash. I never backed any of it up. Do you still have any of it?
Him: I think I’m not having this conversation with you any more.