Lloyd: Maybe I didn’t really know you. Maybe you were just a mirage. Maybe the world is full of food and sex and spectacle and we’re all just hurling towards an acropolis, in which case it’s not your fault. I’m been thinking about all these things and….you’re probably standing there monitoring. And one more thing — about the letter. Nuke it, flame it, destroy it — it hurts me to know it’s out there. Later.