<em>Hmm...the professor</em>, she thought as the man sat at his desk. She peered curiously at the book he had in his hand but could not quite make out the letters on the binding. After a few moments of looking on it, Elizabeth recognized the poet he was reading. John Donne. Donne was one of the poets that she found enjoyable.<br/><br/>"Hello," she said pleasantly. "Would you happen to be reading To His Mistress Going to Bed? It is one of my favorite poems by Donne. He challenges the differences between women and men based on clothing. Of course, he has other works that are much more delightful." She ran her hands through her hair, patiently awaiting his reply.