Day Three Hundred and Sixty Three
So I spent all day yesterday working on potty-training Alex. We had almost zero success, went through six pairs of underwear, 17 rags and half a bottle of Windex. I think we’ll keep trying today, but it just sounds exhausting.
On a more literary note (not that Homer didn’t need to be potty-trained…) it seems that there is a fierce debate raging…or will be if I have anything to do with it. Which is your favorite The Iliad or The Odyssey and why? I vote Iliad because there are more eyeballs rolling in the dust and guts uncoiling and scrambled brains. You?
While were on the subject of preferences: I’m a huge fan of the Fitzgerald translations now. I’ve read the Pope translations before and really do appreciate the language (in Pope the eyeballs “brast” out of their heads) but theFitzgerald just flows. Next up, learning Greek…after I follow through on my ambition to learn Latin…