I am translating Seutonius, The Life of Vespasian
, from Latin into English. It takes about 30 minutes to an hour to do 5 lines. There are about 50 lines per week. Insanity!
I am also translating segments this week from the New Testament
into Ancient Greek, which oddly is not taking me as much time. Apparently I internalize Greek better than Latin, according to my Greek prof. How strange that is. I suppose it has something to do with the fact that I get the abstract and am turned on by obscurity in both image and in theory.
In other news, my non-fiction workshop seems like it might be quite good. Mark Dow, visiting US writer, has set up some good reading materials. And just maybe his
schedule isn't going to kill me.
My final class is what I'm most excited about. I'm finally allowing myself time to take Existentialism, where I'm going to be reading selections from Sartre, Camus, Neitzche, Dostoevsky, Kierkegaard and maybe Heidegger. Fantastic. It's not the "ism" necessarily that has me thrilled, but all the intricacies I've yet to discover about said authors. To read philosophy is to better understand oneself.
It is unfortunate that philosophy is not an acceptable method of conversion these days. Or can be used to buy things like lives and chocolate.