The Bookstore sent me the Adobe Acrobat file of all the books that they'll have for the classes this fall (subject to change, of course)
If you would like a copy: leave a comment and I'll email it to you from my gmail account.
Question: "Rosenquist, Stephen" He's listed as a Prof for CLS 201, who's he? (Hogan is the other.)
OH GOD OW! OW OW OW OW OW!!!! I just looked at the 402 class. Dear Sweet Jesus have mercy! I'm actually supposed to read all this in what... a week? And with what spare time shall I work on my other homework? ANYONE?
Course: 402 Roman Literature in Translation
Cicero / On Good Life
Cicero / On Government
Juvenal / Sixteen Satires New Edition (Trans: Green)
Lucan / Civil War (Trans: Braund)
Lucretius / On the Nature of the Universe (Rev W/ New Intro)
Ovid / Erotic Poems
Petronius / Satyricon & Seneca / Apocolocyntosis
Plautis / Five Comedies by Plautus & Terence (Trans: Berg & Parker)
Pliny / Letters of the Younger Pliny (Trans: Radice)
Seneca / Four Tragedies & Octavia
Tacitus / Annals of Imperial Rome
Taplin / Literature in the Roman World
Virgin / Eclogues
Somebody shoot me? Please? I looked at my other classes... please, someone just put me out of my misery.
No... it all comes back to this, this arguement which should just be tattooed across my ass or something.
Sublime suffering or cheap happiness?
When I am old, grouchy, and wish to curse people with a feeling of inferiority for the rest of their natural life, I'm going to use this arguement. Or just send them to Jackson for the lecture.
Yes. Jackson, that caffeine binging, depressing-Russian-literature-quoting Jesus-look-alike who is so damn nice about destroying your papers from the inside out. Yes. Yes that dirty Greek, I'm going to hold that lecture against him for as long as I possibly can!
*facedesk*
I'm overreacting but seriously... honestly... did you look under the first cut? You're talking to a kid who never read the Odyssey before Hillsdale assigned it. And then Jones... Gah.
Someone get me a baby. Any baby will do... just so long as s/he doesn't smell funny. Babies are adorable and sweet and innocent and think you're awesome cause you can blow bubbles in milk and toss them (the kid, not the bubbles) in the air. You can't get any cooler than that.
Someone. Get. Me. A. Baby.
(That's "get" not "give", which should also not be confused with "please, impregnate me now" cause that would just be...eugh...odd)
I have mints. Somewhere in the house, and I'm going to spend the rest of the day sucking on them.