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Hey,

Hopefully things back home are going well.  My stay in England’s been going great! The plane actually managed to land early.  How about that - even more time for sightseeing! I decided to take a walk around town and see some of the sights that the country had to offer.  The highlight was seeing London’s Big Ben clock tower for the first time in person, which was pretty neat. It was huge, and I must say that it looks a bit imposing when you stand in front of it.

As I walked around, I had the opportunity to meet many different people, and learn a little bit about what they were like.  The first person that I met was named Don Juan. He talked about his father Lord Byron a little bit, ultimately characterizing him as a questionable sort of fellow.  I told him to tell me about himself, and he started to tell me in a long-winded way (seventeen parts to the story before he became too tired to continue) about how he is easily seduced by women and detailed his various sexual exploits.  I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

The next person that I met never told me his name.  He merely spoke of a grecian urn and the beautiful pastoral scenes that it depicted.  He talked about the permanence of the frozen scenes on the urn, and how they will be around forever, teaching generations of people what life was like.

Last, as I was standing at a crosswalk, a very religious blind man bumped into me.  He said that he was considering how his light was spent, which somewhat confused me.  The man told me in an extremely convoluted manner punctuated with religious references that since he had lost his eyesight, he was wondering whether God needs his servants to possess eyesight.  I told him that I wasn’t really sure what to say about that, and wished him good luck with finding the answer.

I wonder what other sorts of interesting folks I’ll get to meet in the coming days.  I’ll keep you posted.

Signed,

American Poetry