That would be nice, to gambol in a lush, sunny meadow, perusing a leather-bound volume that we read in the original Greek or Sanskrit. Unfortunately, I fear we

That would be nice, to gambol in a lush, sunny meadow, perusing a leather-bound volume that we read in the original Greek or Sanskrit. Unfortunately, I fear we will instead end up sweaty and dirty and bloodied, grappling in the parched terrain, trying to bash members of a neighboring clan with rocks and wooden clubs, while a skyline of crumbling skyscrapers looms in the distance.