Letters

It is a great compliment to be called a Man of Letters. What a curious term this is, I really must research it.

Meanwhile, I have decided I would ensure my intellectual immortality by espousing this odd concept. I therefore declare myself to be a Man of Letters.

Here's the proof:


It turns out you can buy letters at your local Garden Centre. There I was thinking you needed four years at up at Oxford.

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