2007-06-01 - 11:21 a.m.
We have made it to Friday!
Now I have to go get a lot done.
N had to memorize the first few lines of the Aeneid for Latin. I'm not sure why.
Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris
Italiam, fato profugus, Laviniaque venit
litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto
vi superum saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram;
multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem,
inferretque deos Latio, genus unde Latinum,
Albanique patres, atque altae moenia Romae.
Or, if you prefer:
Arms, and the man I sing, who, forc'd by fate,
And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,
Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore.
Long labors, both by sea and land, he bore,
And in the doubtful war, before he won
The Latian realm, and built the destin'd town;
His banish'd gods restor'd to rites divine,
And settled sure succession in his line,
From whence the race of Alban fathers come,
And the long glories of majestic Rome.
She was sitting on the couch with it last night. "N," I said, "It's famous!"
She gave me a look of amused tolerance. "Yes, mom," she said. "It's the Aeneid. It's famous."