I ran, dearest chum, I ran in the throes of a great perpendicular terror, and when I was done running out of fear I ran out of nostalgia for the times when I ran out of fear.

In some way I feel I’ve been running ever since, and if not running, at least thinking many thoughts about Battlefield Earth: A Saga Of The Year 3000.

I would say more with regards the motion picture at hand, but I feel you have covered the topic comprehensively, and what has not been said here has been said elsewhere a great many times and with great aplomb and with many a grammatical genuflection in the direction of Travolta and his forehead all a-tussle with intergalactic pseudo-religious metaphorical fangledang.

I must leave you now for to attend a lecture being held in the university three miles East, a talk concerning colonic irrigation in the Cro-Magnon era, a subject I find most stimulating with regards certain areas of my brain-splurge.

I do hope you are faring well, and I would ask that you send my regards to dearest Gwendolyn, and tell her I hope very much for to see her marvellous scrotum pulsing afore my face sometimes soon.

Your friend,

Duke De Mondo