Okay, I've been blogging way too much lately, this is the last one for a while

But I had to write it because something exciting happened. I'm sitting in Peet's studying and a man comes over, asks me what I am studying, I say mechanics, he displays the mild disinterest that I myself feel for the subject, but then we start talking about how he just came from Italy and was going back, he really liked it there, apparently he's been there seven years. And he's a professor of world literature. So I ask him about the Russians and he's spend two years in Russia, and then we talk about my minimal travels to the UK, apparently he's studied Kierkegaard at Cambridge. It was just a really good conversation, one of those when you can't get the words out fast enough because the thing you are trying to say is so important but the other person understands you anyway. Like what was so otherworldly about Ireland (a thousand shades of green, he said, and the mist moves sideways) or how the world was so intense to Kierkegaard, everything so deep, he seemed to live life deeper. And we talked about other philosophers and other places, and it was just so nice to meet someone who knew and loved the same things, and to talk to someone who knows what you mean. Such an interesting person, and he said I was fascinating and I enlivened his soul (as he did mine). So I wish you all such conversations.