Manchester to London: three hours on a very Star Trek Virgin train with Sonic Youth in my ears. Rain and dark skies are exchanged for breezy warm blue. Meet Laurie at Euston Station. Walk for ten minutes to the Goodenough Club. Almost weep with pleasure at the posh, but tiny, room in which I’m staying. I’ve been in a dormitory for three weeks. Shower. Lie on the bed for a few minutes. Take the tube to Brick Lane, London’s latest hip neighborhood (and the title of a recent novel). Delicious Bangladeshi food. Then a hookah bar for exotic and fruity drinks served by an Italian/Swedish server. Now for some sleep. Research in the morning: Calvinistic evangelical periodical.