To console myself about the disadvantages of being such a peculiar personality, I like to imagine there are other young women who curl up with Latin workbooks and Jane Austen films on summer evenings when anything beyond the company of family and dearest friends seems overbearing. Much of the time I doubt many others of my demographic exist, but am further comforted by Ray Bradbury's astonishment at how well we conceal ourselves under floorboards and large boulders. I would have expected, though, that like would call to like some of the time at least.
Is two a number too high to call "too few"? I will say that when the three of us are together, the world might bow before us like the Venetian waiters did, and bring us extra (free) almond biscuits.