My dear Nephew,
I know how you are
haunted by a yearning
for an impossible evasion, seeking
escape through books and tales as
you remain ridden to this bed which
your illness may never allow you to
leave.
As
you know, I am but an unrefined,
uneducated lord from the countryside.
My greatest joy is having learned
to read, and I know we are alike
in that.
