The peculiar thing is that you've given me no particular reason to want to help you with this Voldemort bloke. (That would be the correct British term, yes? Bloke?) It was mostly technical. Obsessed with death, that one, even for a Dark wizard. Terrified of it, even as he nursed delusions of grandeur. Unhealthy attitude. But you probably knew that already. He was not on the path of the Halloween. Probably just as well. The fewer upstarts after that sort of thing, better.
He was mostly on about his crackpot theory to improve the killing Curse— won't work out, I think. That and Horcruxes. Woolly business. I like all my bits in one place where they blong, and if somebody's good enough to take me out I'd rather die properly, none of this floating about half-alive nonsense.
P. S. Getrude says," And identity is funny being yourself is funny as you are never yourself to yourself except you remember yourself and then of course you do not believe yourself."
"And identity is funny /being yourself is funny /as you are never yourself to yourself /except you remember yourself /and then of course you do not believe yourself."