Hello Tumblr,
My name is Henry Winter. I am twenty-one years of age. I study Greek, Latin, and a number of languages which have been dead for considerably longer than I have been alive for. If you must know, I attend Hampden College, and I spend most of my time reading, translating, going on walks, and thinking. Occasionally, I do sleep.
My handwriting has become progressively less legible over the years because I insist upon writing with fountain pens that are extremely worn out. My dear friend, Bun, said I have 'doctor's handwriting', though I do not understand what that means.
I have never possessed much aptitude for ordinary friendship. Most conversation nowadays appears to consist of saying things neither party believes with any conviction. There are, however, a very small number of people whose company I find preferable to solitude. Those are Richard, Charles, Camilla, Bunny, Francis, and Julian. Julian Morrow has taught me more than any other living person, he is the person I most admire.
One thing you should know about me is that I have very little interest in contemporary culture, I prefer older things, and beauty has always seemed to me a more reliable guide than morality. I am aware, however, most people will disagree with me on this. Also, I am frequently accused of being detached. Though this is accurate, I suspect most people mistake my emotional restraint for emotional absence. Please note that these are not synonymous.
I dislike telephones, bright lights that give me migraines, unnecessary small talk (as they call it), and being interrupted while reading. On the other hand, I am rather fond of winter mornings, libraries, ravens, strong coffee, and generally silence. The rest is none of your concern.
Feel free to ask me questions. I might answer them.
