Life in late capitalism can be vexing, alienating, fragmenting, and otherwise frustrating. There are many wonderful things in my life, but I'm more likely to talk about what's bad rather than what's good. I'm going to try to post one good thing here each day, and if you would join in by adding a good thing from your day in the comments, I'd love it--I'd absolutely love it. --RR
1/10: working on Trollope
A friend and I are writing commentary about the uses of Classics in An Old Man's Love by Anthony Trollope, and we've been using the winter break to make some headway. We don't live nearby one another, but we've been spending some afternoons, each at our own place (states apart), working on our glosses and knowing that the other is doing the same. It's been fun and sweet and smooth-going. But today was a bit more intense/vexing/puzzling on my end: there was a nut to crack about a particular mention of Horace, and though it took about two hours of researching and poking in the Odes, I think I finally got it.
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