Damn. You remind me so much of why I miss(ed) you, and Grad school, ie: Western literacy/cosmopolitanism. _My Dinner with Andre_: actually actual, not actually impossible. You remind me why I love books and bookishness above fucking all. Gracias doctora, muchisima. O to the X.
It is rather amazing how someone so literally and figuratively distant knows exactly what to say to me. [Though the where and when and prefatory remarks leave room for greater intuitive prowess…] Still, he knows me. That is for sure.
Ahhh… the sweetness of the crush.
Vaya con dios, Dr. Man.