Dearest,
Well as so often happens when one is in fine company with a jovial excess of wit and erudition we ended up talking long into the night, first sitting on the beach listening to the tide coming in, then later retiring to the drawing room at the inn for fine cigars and brandy.
I think there can’t be a single topic we didn’t converse about at least briefly, even such things as esoteric as the dimensional arithmetic of planes in non-euclidian lobatchevskian geometry spaces, and the best method of protecting tomato plants from the dreaded greenfly. If I recall correctly Plasson became rather excited about the former topic, especially with the latest devopments out of the University of New Famagusta, he even knocked over his glass at one point, such was his exuberance!
Today as penance for a yesterday spent in leisure I must put myself hard to work though, the world moves on and if we sometimes spend a little too long in the park smelling the sweet flowers we must run to catch up.
I did wonder last night as the night closed in, whether these same constellations that shone down on us also lit your evenings… Perhaps you are a member of the Imperial European Space Protectorate, or working for one of the many limited corporations that seek their fortune in offword environs? Heaven forfend you should be one of those Space Brigands we occasionally read about in the few Paris broadsheets that occasionally make it this far south, or hear of on Phillipe the barber’s wireless!
Enough of this idle musing however.
Yours in speculation,
Bartleboom, Phd.