I love the fact that I can talk to you about absolutely everything. I love it that, even though you might not think it to look at us, our minds work in scarily similar ways. There are times when you are the only thing that makes being in Oxford bearable, and there are times that you just make a good happy day that bit better. I love the fact that I can actually look back on last year's revision period and think, you know, when I was sitting there taring my hair out over Anglo Saxon and you were driving yourself to distraction with analysis, but when it comes down to it, we had Buffy, and chocolate, and in places it was actually almost fun. I love that you less innocent than you look. I love the fact that you are more innocent than most people give you credit for. I love the number of different fundermental outlooks on life we share. In a lot of ways, you are the best thing that's happened to me in Oxford.
But I still maintain that there's a fundamental difference between aurally transmitted and textually transmitted literature, and therefore changing the ending of Troy is perfectly acceptable. ;-P