A true rival to Cambridge and I now understand why. Colleges, hidden pubs, libraries, and a history full of iconic role models.
C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Lewis Carroll.
Writers. Inspirations. Heroes. If only one day I could be half as eloquent with my words as one of these greats. Even being in areas where Tolkien taught, and studied, and lived was a dream. To imagine a life much different than this is difficult, but to grasp that new “greats” are yet to come is near to impossible. There will come a time when my generation accepts their talents and embraces futures full of greatness. I can only hope it’s a writer rather than a rapper, a playwright over an athlete, a reflection of God’s creativity instead of someone with selfish intent.
Rant over. Food for thought.
In addition and unrelated, I regretfully regret steering clear of Harry Potter. Apparently remnants of films and features and celebrities are strewn about England – too bad it’s just another site for me. Maybe I’ll begin reading soon, because that’s the correct way any series should begin: Paperback.
Until next time.