19 juillet 2007
we can talk about it now.
10:44 seems never-ending. Opera music is playing in the room right next to mine. I don't mind it. It means my grandfather is here. He is one of the people I admire the most in the world. A wordsmith, a passive onlooker who still manages to disturb the universe, a strong and opinionated man with the highest level of etiquette I have ever seen. And as I listen to the opera playing in the next room, I realize I'll miss it when it's gone. My grandfather and the opera are one.
I miss Mr. Eliot. I miss Deutsch. I think I miss you, wherever and whoever you are.
I learned who Margaret Lockwood was today.
