If I could have lunch with three people, I’d have to go with William Blake, T.S. Eliot, and D.H. Lawrence. Yes, they are all dead, but let’s imagine for a moment that they are alive and interested in dining with me. Blake is a remarkably creative individual. I’ve held his original illuminated works in my hands, and even from 300 years in the past, the works spoke to me. Eliot would be nice addition for lunch, balancing Blake’s creativity and fierce opinions with restraint and fascinating cerebral observation. Lawrence is there to round out the crew and remind us of the joys of the body.