Dear Diary Part 1

Diary Entry #1:

Last night, strolling on a Venetian street, I came across that consummate idiot, Roderigo, who confided in me his undying love for Desdemona and his envy of Othello. His disappointment knew no bounds. Lovestruck fool! However, it was my destiny that occupied my mind, my destiny to be lieutenant. However, Othello, that black ewe I despise so much, chose a man with absolutely no skills to lead men in battle. Cassio, that inadequate Florentine! My career gets cut short by a bookkeeper! But, Iago does not despair. My plan to destroy Cassio is brilliant. I can make those trusting and insecure dimwits dance on my fingertips and get where I want to. I am the master puppeteer! I am never what I appear to be. I pretended to love and obey and grovel before Othello but that is all an act to get what I really want. The unsuspecting Roderigo is exactly who I need to destroy Othello. Incite. Provoke. Dissemble. I am an artist!