He writes that he is “delighted” we are of “independent minds, unassailed, unconverted, and not unduly influenced by the likes of such a limited mind as yours, totally lacking in imagination.” He says we are members of a sovereign nation far older than hers, and who is she to decide our worth? Jack enjoys the joust, reading his words several times over and chuckling each time. We don’t have an envelope, but he folds the paper neatly and seals it with candle wax. “Problem solved,” he says with a wink.
