I'm nearly 30 cantos into my most recent reading of the Comedy, and once again I find myself wishing I'd learned Italian instead of Spanish. Ah, well. Mark Musa's translation is more than adequate to keep my Dante addiction sated.
Beyond that, house-settling keeps getting delayed. We've put in a few hours, and it already looks better, but I can only hope that next week (before Thursday, when Mary has curriculum meetings) yields some more productive hours.
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I didn't know you spoke Spanish!
My already considerable level of respect for you just ameliorated itself even more.
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