My dear,

Yesterday me and Aristotle debated about life, Shakespeare thought me a thing or two about word creation, Oscar Wilde and I exchanged dark humorous jokes all day around the campfire while drinking ourselves silly, and don’t get me started on the day I had with Dr. Seuss.

The reading of all good books is like a conversation with all the finest minds of past centuries.

I wouldn’t have half the fun I have if I limited myself to the finest minds of this century.

Falsely yours,
René Descartes