So everything else is over for the day, and I have about three hours now for some Tacitus loving, which is just lovely. Well, it’s necesssary at least; I skipped the talk last night in favour of finishing my Lucretius text, and I want to keep that momentum.
It’s been a nice productive day; I got up for 9 and managed a groceries shop before lectures, and also had the forethought to buy some lunch, which was very cunning as I had a fairly solid block of Stuff from 11-4:45. I had a lecture on Lucretius, a long latin lang supervision where we went off and did two timed unseen translations (haven’t written anything long for ages, it was quite painful) and a very interesting class on classical perceptions of gender and sexuality. No huge revelations, but some nice useful bits of knowledge for if I ever needed to write an essay on the subject.
That finished slightly early, so Emily and I had a nice relaxed walk back through King’s (eeeee ducklings) and I wolfed down my pasta salad before going off for a greek lang supervision with DB. They’re always so much more fun than our latin lang ones with Carrie, because we lose the two intensive greekers and, well, these sessions are with DB. He began the supervision by gleefully reading out to us Farzin’s last few lines of the Homer passage, which he had attempted without any dictionary help – very dangerous, because the majority of Homeric words you won’t know and you can’t guess. F’s translation was extremely amusing because it had no bearing whatsoever on what mine or Rachael’s looked like, or what the Greek in fact meant. I think DB described it ‘Farzin’s foray into the lost book of the Odyssey’.
Anyway, yes, three hours and then I might get to compline.