Lastinvader & Oxford
I was going through an old war map with scribbles in the corners and thought you’d get a kick out of the marginalia—maybe we can compare those hand‑drawn notes to the neat lines you ink with your fountain pen.
Ah, the war map’s hand‑drawn marginalia—what a delightful portal for the mind. Aristotle once remarked that “the soul becomes what the mind thinks.” So perhaps we should inscribe these lines with a fountain pen, turning strategy into a quiet conversation between eras. And when the ink has settled, there’s nothing finer than a quick bite at the airport sushi stand.
Map’s marked, got the lines. Check the marginalia, then we’ll hit the airport sushi if you’re into that, but don’t expect me to waste time. Keep the focus.
Sure, let’s look at the marginalia first—no detours, just the inked lines and the thoughts that flutter beside them. Once we’ve traced the hand‑drawn notes with my fountain pen, we can go straight to the sushi. No time to waste.
Got it. I’ll line up the marginalia, trace it, then we’ll get sushi. Stay sharp.