My best friend Jennifer had a daughter whom I have not yet met. While digging through Romantic literature for my class at Oxford University I found the following:
“I cannot tell whether it was from [Ruth] or from my father’s Foster-Mother’s Tale—that I first learned the word Savannah . . . one of the noblest sounding words that I know in any language—and presents the most beautiful image of any landscape world whatever” -Hartley Coleridge (for whom Coleridge Sr. wrote) “Untitled Essay on Books”
I know Jennifer doesn't actually read my blog (honestly, I wouldn't either), but here's proof that I'm thinking about them so far away.
