The man next to me on the metro today had a big bunch of flowers in his hand, a nervous look on his face, and kept dialing the same phone number over and over. No answer. I hope she forgives him.
It appears that we have a mere month left here in Italy. Where does the time go? Sunk into classes, tests, tours, sleep, and train trips, I suppose. Speaking of, I need to get a train ticket. I also need to study for a quiz on a Ratzinger article (yay!! intellectual/theological works that are actually accessible to the average mind), and study for a history/english/theology/classics exam. Whadda class...four subjects in one. Oh, and also an acting class. Monday was "act out a scene from this book that Thomas Bowdler thought racy enough to merit expurgating" day.
We the story of the rape of Semele, but we did it politically-correct style. I didn't think it was that funny, really, but the class sure did. If I feel like embarassing myself to death, I might post the text next week.
yes, you might just do that.
ReplyDeleteI thought it was funny. Isn't that enough?
ReplyDeleteHey, awkward was making the story of Tereus, Philomel, and Procne humourous. Hello, laughing at a rape and cannablism. Can it get any more disturbing.
It could. We could refer to interrspecies affairs as 'cooperative physical fitness.'
ReplyDeleteToo bad I can't post the video on here. Speaking of...
Please, please, post the text. I want to show it to . . . lemme think . . has anyone I know read Ovid? I want it for personal satisfaction, then. But please post it.
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