I finished it in a frenzy that reminded me of our last night in Cambridge. Watched my final sunrise, enjoyed the last cigarette. Didn’t think the view could be anymore perfect, until I saw that beat-up Trilby. Honsetly, Sixsmith, As ridiculous as that thing makes you look, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. Whatched you for as long as I dared, I don’t believe it was a fluke that I saw you first.