Lammermoore.

I've finished The Silmarilion twice in two days, and the man's a genius and then some. Part of me wants that life, to vanish into some venerable place of learning and meditate on pleasant things for the rest of my life.
Minzhi's imperative strikes me afresh, to root myself in a vast hinterland of languages and cultures. Nothing great, I am convinced, can come ex nihilo. Will Minzhi tutor me in Latin and Anglo-Saxon long distance?