Oxfordbound

The last time I went to Oxford, I ended up a statue in a niche:

Who knows what might happen this weekend?

I might meet a tardy white rabbit and fall down the rabbit hole...

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I might get swept up in the fortunes (and misfortunes) of a charismatic young aristocrat...

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Or I might be set upon by a diminutive race...

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The possibilities, literary or otherwise, are endless!  And at the very least I'll have some good books to keep me company on the bus ride up and back this weekend.