Mar 26, 2006

THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
LONDON – My worlds collide in the Great Court of the British Museum, designed by Sir Norman Foster.

Visitors swirl throughout the vast museum (some five million annually), pooling in the cool blue-white courtyard. A glazed canopy soars above the square and its scrubbed facades, which create Europe's largest enclosed space.

Great meeting point, then...

Yet Anna and I – after some glamorous mooching and loitering – do indeed find Amy. And the pair instantly start chattering and giggling and generally behaving just as one hopes, when introducing two dear people.

The Inappropriate Beau would have made for a flush of best friends, but no ... he had to run off with a German backpacker. Twit.

I only say this because we are – first and foremost – buddies. And teasing is pretty much his default mode, as noted previously.

In fact, humor seems to be the only connecting thread among the company I keep. W.H. Auden said it best: "Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh."

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