I wrote a post about the Hamlet quotes in Brave New World and how their original context adds depth to Huxley’s characters.
In scheduling what books I’m going to start over the remainder of the year (and when), I realized that I’ll almost certainly have started 100 books by the end of December. I’m positive that I won’t have them all finished by the time the year is over, but I’m currently at 61, so I sort of want to add more to see if I can read 100 books this year. However, I’m already feeling sort of overwhelmed with how many I’m reading now (18), so I’m not going to make any definitive plans about it.
I’ve been working through my Latin book again - although I’m going through it really slowly, so I haven’t gotten past the introduction yet - and in the part I read last night, the author talks about language families and changes in sounds.
It was really interesting, and it makes me want to study linguistics. This is a thing I do every couple of weeks - I think that I should go back to university for sundry reasons (mostly because I don’t think I did it right the first time around). And I even start looking up universities that have linguistics programs, but I’m always dissuaded by the prospect of having to live on campus because that’s what I hated so much. Part of it was living in the same building with a bunch of loud and stupid people, but part of it is that a meal plan is included in the room and board, and - in my experience - those meal plans are vastly overestimated. I don’t eat like a normal person in either amount or variety (I think I ate two different things in my university cafeteria and only ten times a week at maximum, where even the smallest meal plan was - I think - fifteen meals a week), so any meal plan is just not feasible.
I finished two books to-day, so I made my goal of reading sixty books before this familial party at the end of the month.
Except that yester-day it was cancelled because schedules don’t work out.
I’m kind of glad though because I still have absolutely no idea what I’m doing with my life, and I don’t think I’d be very good at disguising my terror. Also there was going to be weird food, and I am by no means a culinary adventurer.
Super cool word I found while I was looking up tenon (“a projecting member in a piece of wood or other material for insertion into a mortise to make a joint”) - rubefacient (“causing redness”). I prefer this over Shakespeare’s incarnadine (I’m re-reading Macbeth, although I haven’t gotten to that part yet).
Finding cool words by mistake: one of the advantages of a physical dictionary.
I’m so tired of people telling me German is an “ugly, angry” language. When my German teacher tells us jokes it’s the sweetest, happiest language in the world. When I teach my father the word for daughter he smiles, repeating “Tochter” to himself until he gets it right, and in that moment German sounds like pride. There’s nothing angry or ugly about a language that never says goodbye, only “until we meet again.”
Thank you for this