I'm overwhelmed by the amount of beauty around me. It is perfected by the books that I have to come home and read every night. consequently stayed up for two hours reading Winston Churchill last night. When I read his description of the start of WWI i stood at my window and cried. It could be the jetlag, because i'm usually not that sentimental. But I don't think we Americans know the meaning of war.
The beauty and history of Windsor Castle, of the streets of Oxford, are matched just as equally by the great words I am reading.
I would very much like to go to school here.