I have learned how to live, how to be in the world and of the world, and not just to stand aside and watch.
getting overly defensive of your favourite historical / literary / classical figure
suddenly remembering how much knowledge there is to acquire and getting stressed about the overwhelming amount of stuff you don’t know
roman numerals: you either love them or you hate them
when your teacher is obsessed with one bit of the course and teaches you that for weeks then breezes over the rest
anachronisms
you’ve listened to so many in our times that melvyn bragg is basically your internal monologue
waking up in the morning with a desire to know everything about one specific thing that’s totally unrelated to everything you’re studying
‘ooo i know this word!’ she did not know that word
muddling up the actual history, the fictionalised versions of the actual history, and the fanfictionalised versions of the fictionalised versions of the actual history
‘what can this cartoon / movie / song / art tell us about x’
history students are over prepared for politics and classics students are over prepared for english lit
reading aloud in terrible accents in english lit
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art museum dates are so underrated. I want to take dumb pictures in front of Roman statues and watch her stare in awe of the little ways the sculptor made the stone look as soft as skin. maybe she would pull me over to a painting that reminded her of me and I would get to listen to the way her voice twinkles as she explains her argument, and a glowing smile as I reluctantly agree with her. maybe we could pretend to have a museum heist and almost get kicked out, ending with the both of us in heaps of laughter, falling just a little bit deeper in love. and when I'm asked about which piece of art was my favorite today? darling, you already know the answer.
i just want to work in a small museum in italy where i translate latin manuscripts and talk to college kids about the ancient world before walking to my little apartment by the sea to drink tea and watch the sunset while chopin plays in the background. is that too much to ask?
Statue of Apollo covered in tulle netting
A copy of the Greek bronze original by Leochares (330 BCE)
Blanton Museum of Art
when oscar wilde wrote “there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands” i felt that
yes, of course, the “dative of the thing sprinkled,” my b, should’ve remembered that one, feel free to retract my credentials,