"Yeah..." Ned agrees, absently, though he doesn't share quite the same impulse. It is strange to him, though, being in the proximity of objects that he knows are so ancient. He feels all of a sudden very small, very insignificant. It's a nice feeling, though. Quite a few of the placards inform him of who the statues depict - dryads and heroes and goddesses.

"I used to love Greek myths when I was a kid," he admits, snapping out of his reverie and turning a small smile towards Ginsberg, "Well, any myths I could get my hands on, really. The library at school wasn't exactly big, and the didn't have anything that had been written in the last fifty years or so in there, and most of the stuff was pretty boring, but... myths weren't. Everything in them is so much larger than life."

But what is he doing, rambling on about something so inane? Ned stops himself, biting the inside of his bottom lip, keeps walking with Ginsberg.