So much has happened. But I can't tell it now. My T-Mobile Wireless connection is nearly about to finish, and I leave for Salzburg and HT05 in just a few hours. I need to get some sleep. I've been up at 5:15 AM every morning and gone to bed after midnight every time. Appointments, travel, visits, research, and thinking are all necessary and very time-sensitive right now as I try to make the most of my trip to England and Europe. I have been discussing graduate school ideas with quite a few people, and I have tried to maximize my efforts.
Right now, I'm at the Heathrow Sheraton, outside of London, and my England travels are all finished. Some photos are up on flickr.
Call me a geek, but my favorite experience during the trip has been the discovery of a monument to Hobson, the Cambridge University Carrier in the early 16th century.
And here alas, hath laid him in the dirt,
Or els the ways being foul, twenty to one,
He's here stuck in a slough, and overthrown.
'Twas such a shifter, that if truth were known,
Death was half glad when he had got him down;
For he had any time this ten yeers full,
Dodg'd with him, betwixt Cambridge and the Bull.
And surely, Death could never have prevail'd,
Had not his weekly cours of carriage fail'd;
But lately finding him so long at home,
And thinking now his journeys end was come,
And that he had tane up his latest Inne,
In the kind office of a Chamberlin
Shew'd him his room where he must lodge that night,
Pull'd off his Boots, and took away the light:
If any ask for him, it shall be sed,
Hobson has supt, and 's newly gon to bed.