you brought it on yourself miss twiddle

…is not a good thing at all.

Although, I have not been completely idle tonight: really, I haven't. I translated the first stanza of Augustine's Psalma Contra Partem Donati, which, although it's an early example of an abecedary poem and one of the first pieces of Latin (or Romance, for that matter) rhythmic verse does not exist in English translation. I did my best, and voglia_di_notte helped me by simultaneously translating from an Italian version. Sadly, I do not think that the rest of my Latin class will appreciate it at all when (if) I include it in my presentation next week, as schisms in early Christianity are, shall we say, Not of General Interest, nor is bad (by Classical standards) poetry written about them, as I would guess.

And meanwhile, my Dante paper is, very sadly, not writing itself.

I had one of those days where I just didn't want to talk at all. However, I shouldn't be allowed to have this kind of day on a Thursday, because Thursday is language table day, where I need to talk. I feel like such an idiot, just sitting there. Oh well. C'est la vie.

Literature was… difficult, too. Possibly this was because I didn't have much to say, and thus felt quite useless. It was sort of fun to discuss Petrarch's Cicero-addiction though. It's nice to know that obsessive fangirling (fanboying, in his case, I suppose) of historical figures is not new. At least I'm not writing Richard III or Augustine or Tacitus letters --yet. We also concluded that Petrarch/Cicero/Augustine=OT3. I don't really want to comment on that.