This is very slow, and I must make this message short.
I want to know who left all the flowers in the lecture hall. It is perfection. Were I still in Cantabrigia I would insist you repeat it. Often.
This seems a lonely place and my friends are not here to help me, so I must also sadly inform you that I have an illness. I cannot infect you with it, but it is incurable. I have occasional fainting spells. Ordinarily I have enough warning to lay myself upon the ground before it happens. If you see me, do not be alarmed, and do not try to assist me unless it appears I have done myself an injury in falling. It will soon pass.