I can't think of anything more delicious than a mob of slavering antis, "influencers" and "journalists" descending on an isolated meadow, only to find nothing but a soberly dressed you reciting passages from the Phaedrus (in the original of course) -- perhaps to one gaping, buck-toothed kid (find someone who looks 14 but is actually safely past his 18th birthday -- they do exist.) SR |