In a few minutes, I am off to my third Oxford formal dinner in a row, in the third different college. This is almost certainly the only time in my life such a run will occur. That the third is at St. Hugh’s seems quite appropriate: both because I taught there during the summer and because I found my way back through there earlier today, after going on a long walk in the snow. I went through the University Parks, then northwards along the River Cherwell until the bridge into Wolfson College. This dinner is in celebration of my friend and classmate Iason Gabriel’s birthday.
Snowmen have peepers! Peepers to watch! Watch for a moment of weakness, and then Bam! comes the knock on the head and we’re down.
[4F10 Mountain of Madness]
A very fine episode, that.