The summer before I left for Wells, my mother started taking painting lessons. One day she told me that she wanted to paint something for me to take with me for my dorm room. She asked what my favorite verse of poetry was and I told her that it was the 12th quatrain from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam:
A book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread - and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness -
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
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