Dearest Professor,

(Because you are still a Professor aren't you?) From the mountains of Olympus I would swoop down to grasp your bosom out of the fiery pits of Hades. Your new, and more spherical, form sends me into an ecstatic delirium. Your engorged thorax brings delight to the previously baron wasteland of gehenna. It bodes well that you are romped by your very own hormones. 'Tis but a preparation for our next friendly rendezvous.

I am,

Yours in waiting,

Toby