Originally Posted by youngwerther

I would periodically imagine the two of us conjoined in a rare moment of armistice following one of our heated debates, perched on a little veranda at an Oxford tea-house sipping weak tea and eating toast-points. Huddled over a chessboard, or perhaps a dusty volume on dialogics or 19th century Turkish economic policy, we would whet each other's intellects with hours of debate and the passion of fraternal inspiration. Alas, this shall never come to pass, as I fear he has flunked his computer courses at whatever university he was attending and Oxford shall never admit him.