I don't really have much to add to today's chapters.
The numbers ought to give you an idea that this was written quite a few years ago. I've left them alone, because there's no point to making adjustments to accommodate today's economics when tomorrow will bring yet more changes that invalidate what's so right now. So just take my word for it, Linda got herself and Hugo a pretty good deal.
You know, there's a lot of truth in Hugo's comments about what he misses from his past life. I know when I've been in far less unfamiliar circumstances, I, too, have found myself nostalgic for even some of the less pleasant aspects of my prior life, simply because they had the advantage of long familiarity. I left my first marriage because it had become quite an unhappy one, yet for months afterwards, and even longer, I could look back and find things that I very much missed in that time, and when after about three months of separation, my soon-to-be ex decided to stop speaking to me at all, I found myself nearly as much oppressed by the silence as I had been by the perpetual bickering that had sadly come to flavor any conversations we had. Familiarity, I've found, breeds security far more than it does contempt.