Glen

That glen was beautiful on a calm day.

"Shirley, why do you learn Klingon if you don't believe in space?" "Glen, I just like the sound of it."

"Glen, do you think people will ever set foot on Mars?" "Shirley, one of the obstacles besides the exorbitant cost is the radiation in space. Astronauts need shielding. We still don't have the technology."

"What's the point of people going into space, Glen?" "Shirley, it's life insurance. If all the eggs are in one basket, as on our Earth, it's risky. We need people out in superstructures in space, on colonies on moons, and on colonies on planets."

"Shirley, my political stance is for a Multi-world Civilization." "Glen, you aim high!"

"The colonization of space may take generations, Shirley." "You have patience, Glen."

"Shirley, some speculate that instead of space vessels, it may be teleportation as the way to go into space." "Miraculous, Glen."

My friend Glen in university was from a family from Xiānggǎng. He was a chubby fellow and liked badminton. His favourite foreign language was French.

The last time that I met my university buddies Steve and Glen, both Cantonese, was in a pancake house, some years ago.

Follow that path down the glen till you get to the loch.