A stream of visitors continued through the seasons and among them was young Ralph Waldo Emerson, who a few years earlier had graduated from Harvard as class poet. He found Adams upstairs in his library seated in a large overstuffed armchair, dressed in a blue coat, a cotton cap covering his bald head. Recounting the interview, Emerson wrote, “He talks very distinctly for so old a man–enters bravely into long sentences which are interrupted by want of breath but carries them invariably to a conclusion without ever correcting a word.”

You know, you can just go visit your heroes.

Ralph Waldo Emerson for John. John for Sir William Herschel.

Posted while watching Iron Man. The first one.

McCullough, David. John Adams. Simon & Schuster, 2001. pg 640