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These are photos taken the other night when we first dined in Hall (capital 'H') at Christ Church.
Underneath the coats were very pretty outfits that were never let out because the building is so old it can't exactly be properly heated on a 30 F night. Imagine the strong smell of kerosene, two-hundred British accents bouncing off the arched dome & walls, eating with unusual swiftness as the servants are arriving already with course two whether or not you are done with course one, and being seated directly beneath an original painting of Sir Thomas More (Utopia's author)--and, you'll have a hold of a tendril. I put it forth again that I am allowed to bring two guests per night, so all you have to do is get here and then you too can wrap yourself in wool and take deep inhales of kerosene just as Einstein must have. You'd be crazy (one sandwich short of a picnic) to pass it up.
One more thought, as this is a new shift--something changed yesterday for me. I never took out the map and I knew my way around and I didn't feel the previous tendency to say very clipped sentences in hopes they wouldn't place the American accent. I ordered a book from "the stacks" at the Bod to be delivered to the lower reading room of the Radcliffe Camera on Monday morning with ease. I eavesdropped on a funny conversation with a mad professor at a bookstore cafe and smiled back and forth with the woman who was enduring it. People moved aside when I walked down the various alleys and sidewalks instead of walking straight for me. One woman took photos of me outside a college where I was waiting for a meeting. I met with my tutor, Dr. Henry Dicks, for the first time and felt jovially intelligent with no need to equivocate during the literary line-drawing we were engaged in. And none of that really indicates anything, it just sounds like me listing more of how swoony I am here but in between the lines there is something different.
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