Dear John,
(that was your name wasn't it? I'm afraid I'm already forgetting)
I'm sitting here drinking coffee and chewing on a piece of cinnamon bun. Don't really have the energy to talk to anybody, even though there are many interesting people around me. I've just been listening to your presentation, the first 45 min up to the coffee break, and I'm sorry to say that I'm considering leaving you now.
I had such great hopes from the beginning. The subject is fascinating and I've read enough to know that there's much more to learn and enjoy. I looked forward to settling back in my seat and hearing the real thing, a true expert. Enlightenment was on the menu. Clarity and facts were food for my soul, but this fare has sent me into a post-presentation stupor. I'm over-full, over-fed, stuffed to the gills but still haven't tasted what I came for.
Something passed by there on slide number 38, seemed to be just what I wanted to know, but now I only have a ghostly image on the back of my mind which is fading fast. I'm really not too good at reading fast and listening at the same time. I guess it's back to the textbooks now.
I hope you won't miss me or mind that I go. You didn't catch my eye for 45 min, so I'm guessing you won't be so disappointed. I wish you all the best for the rest of your talk, you sure do know a whole lot about this subject so you won't have any trouble filling the next 45 min. You seem to love what you do and to be quite content talking about your passion.
Have a great conference, I'm off to listen to that guy in the other lecture hall now.
All the best,
Your audience.
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