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Argh. Whilst I kind of get a kick out of obsessively checking and transcribing references to ancient authors (shut up, shut up, the textbook's phrasing is frustratingly vague and I need to make sure it's saying what I think it's saying), it means I am going so. slowly.
So.
Slowly.
Damn you anyway, Quintilianus.
On the other hand:
a) emperor-army relations in the first two centuries of the principate really are interesting, so I kind of lucked out there, when I closed my eyes and stabbed wildly at the essay topics list, and
b) looking up a passage from Tite-Live (that's Livy to you) in the French translation makes me feel ever so scholarly.
Um, semi-relatedly, the New, Grown-Up Octavian on Rome really reminds me of the Gaius Caligula from I, Claudius, and it's kinda freaking me out, guys. D: Which is not to say I hate him. I just don't know if I love him yet. Can anybody ever match Max 'The Brat' Pirkis? WE SHALL SEE.
Iiiii'm in the right subject.
Pour moi, je chercherai dans mon travail encore une récompense, celle de me détourner, tant qu’il durera, des maux que notre siècle a vus si longtemps, ou du moins de les oublier, tant que mon esprit s’attachera à ces âges antiques, libre des inquiétudes qui, sans écarter un écrivain du vrai, le tiennent pourtant préoccupé.
So.
Slowly.
Damn you anyway, Quintilianus.
On the other hand:
a) emperor-army relations in the first two centuries of the principate really are interesting, so I kind of lucked out there, when I closed my eyes and stabbed wildly at the essay topics list, and
b) looking up a passage from Tite-Live (that's Livy to you) in the French translation makes me feel ever so scholarly.
Um, semi-relatedly, the New, Grown-Up Octavian on Rome really reminds me of the Gaius Caligula from I, Claudius, and it's kinda freaking me out, guys. D: Which is not to say I hate him. I just don't know if I love him yet. Can anybody ever match Max 'The Brat' Pirkis? WE SHALL SEE.
Iiiii'm in the right subject.
Pour moi, je chercherai dans mon travail encore une récompense, celle de me détourner, tant qu’il durera, des maux que notre siècle a vus si longtemps, ou du moins de les oublier, tant que mon esprit s’attachera à ces âges antiques, libre des inquiétudes qui, sans écarter un écrivain du vrai, le tiennent pourtant préoccupé.