Sidwell takes his poetry book as a personal diary. He wets his quill with dark-blue ink and puts his thoughts to paper.
There is definitely an odd manner in the people of Bree. A lack of tact within the community, if I may. They do not care to avoid making sweeping generalisations about their neighbours when in reality they should question generalisations to arrive at a deeper, more sophisticated and philosophical understanding of the reasons behind why they are the way they are. This is instrumental in understanding people. We are social creatures.
Although, an error (which can be conventionally defined as a failure or deviation from one's natural expectations) has the potential to reveal a different truth. The error being referred to here, of course, is the flaw in judgement about your neighbour's mannerisms. By twisting your flaw in being overly judgemental, one can arrive at a different conclusion, albeit using a different perspective. Judgementalism can produce nuggets of knowledge that reveal certain truths about another, yet the morality of this can be argued over by wizards and scholars. One may come to ask themselves if error is a natural result of one's analysis of another, or if the results of analysis must always be accurate to produce valuable information.
It is truly interesting to think about.
Although Sidwell thinks he actually put all those words to paper, it is a mangled mess full of smudges and punctures. The words remain in his feeble yet creative mind.
