Thank You Oxford
At first, with weariness and disbelief that I should find myself here at all, there was only the shock of a functioning city, with its crowds and its garbage, its generosity and corruption. My student room on Cowley Rd was noisy at night, and it was over three months before I finally settled at home in Norham Rd.
And then it was summer. I had discovered the quietest corners of the large college gardens, my favourite chapels, and my favourite walks in the countryside. I was taken to lunch and dinner at Jesus and Balliol colleges. There were wonderful mathematics workshops and endless lectures to attend. The physicists were friendly. What more could I ask for than this? I will not forget you.
One night an old man at the Sheldonian told me that, in recent years, the light had changed. He said that now when he looked at the Magdalen tower in the afternoon, it did not seem real. We looked across the street to Trinity, and it was a beautiful night.
Fare well, Oxford. How fortunate I am, to have seen your dreaming spires.