"Ah, my boy", he called in his plummy British accent, "I want to show you this maaaarvellous place I've just found".
I hiked with him for about half an hour to what, I had to admit, was a beautiful spot that I'd never visited before.
"This view moves me beyond words", he cried, then immediately contradicted himself by declaiming in a loud voice:
"Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
No praise to thee, but what in thee doth live
Unless you would devise some virtuous lie."
He wiped a tear from his eye and continued:
"To change your day of youth to sullied night,
Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.
Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write
'Gainst death, and all oblivious enmity"
He lit a large cigar and started to walk back to the theater. I hid the box I was carrying and I followed him, trying to suppress my laughter.