So the sun's going down, and there's one big round cloud above the horizon, hogging the attention of all who're watching as it changes color in that sunset way and starts to glow around the edges. And I sit and catch up on my Latin -- translating Catullus. Sometimes he makes me laugh out loud, sometimes he just confuses me, either because he's breaking the rules or because I don't know them well enough. But he's dead, and he's been that way for thousands of years, and if nothing else, it makes me comfortable calling his work timeless.
Translate Catullus, listen to good music, glance out at the sunset now and then, and wonder when I'll talk to her next. I don't have the answers to anything.
posted on Monday, March 08, 2004
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