“I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all . . . like an opera.”

W.B. Yeats said that, my favourite poet - and if anyone's words sing then his do. I'm off to the city of dreaming spires today, very soon (I overslept!)

 I'll try to appear intelligent in the seminar!