Eunuch, I'm Sorry, I Don't Have Any Journals, Anybody?

Benedict: "I am a great covetter of secrets. I wish that I could look into this journal of yours" Eunuch: "If you just cut your dick and balls off, you would be able to read it right? Do I say heartfelt things to you?" John: "As the chief eunuch, I know every deepest desire harbored by our inhabitants." Benedict: "There's insight gained when one has their perspective narrowed... You only need three hours of sleep ... And then the birds immediately transcribe all the delicious dealings and delvings" The pair go on an extended conversation about what life is like as a bird-eunuch.