10 August 1993 - Tuesday - 10 p.m.
I am worried. This afternoon Dr. Rayne blew up at me in a manner totally unlike himself. It was nonsense over the vacuum. Then he took the Jaguar and left. He's still not returned. I am quite concerned.
I've seen this in him before - twice. He's about to implode upon himself from exhaustion and stress. As before, there is no particular case that is the cause, but a culmination of non-stop pressure and far too little sleep. He has more obstinance and endurance than any person I've ever seen, but when he finally reaches the end, he also crashes harder than anyone I've ever seen.
If only Dr. Rayne knew how to be easier on himself. His expectations are high for everyone, but he accepts their shortcomings and mistakes. However, his standards for himself are ten times higher.
Perhaps I should telephone Mr. Sloan or Mme. Rayne. It would be my duty,
but I also owe Derek my personal loyalty. Perhaps he'll pull himself out in time. I'll
see how things are in a couple of days, then, if necessary, I shall speak with Fr.
Callaghan - he is the only one here besides myself who has witnessed this before.
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