Dear Edward,
Though you know not of me, my father Mr. Murrow often spoke of you in great admiration. You are a respected family friend, so when in need of a medical practitioner with whom I can place my total trust I immediately thought of you. I realise you are a busy man, but I am in desperate circumstances and in need of your aid.
I fear for the health of my loved one, who seems to have become incapacitated with some kind of chronic brain fever. My dearest James wrote of his homecoming shortly from Stonehaven, though in what state I am not quite sure. It has been a matter of days since I received his most recent letter and he has, as yet, not returned home. I send with this letter a typewritten reproduction of the last communication from James. The original is in James's usually unreadable scrawl which degenerates into something approximately resembling shorthand towards the end. I am accustomed to reading his scribblings, so for your ease of study I took to translation of the said letter.
Please Dr. Helshing, you will comprehend from this letter why I fear for James and also for myself. Respond soon, fear I worry myself away.
Ms. M Murrow
The Whoredom project - is the result of a constructed persona - formed with the intention of creating expressive artefacts free from the constraints of social acceptance.
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