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I had the most fascinating dreams last night, all about NYC architecture. I mean, not the architecture that's really there, but some peculiar amalgam of dim memories of the one time I was there, pictures of Dubai, memories of Pittsburgh, and a certain predilection towards fountains. I kept seeing these enormous ziggurat-esque cathedrals with a long chain of waterfalls and greenery on stands descending from them, and if I moved slightly to the side, I'd suddenly realize that it was actually several blocks away, and the chain of waterfalls was all a series of block-separated individual cubes on pillars, and...well. I don't know how to describe it. Good dream, anyway.

So there was that. And now I'm continuing to work my way through Athenaze, which is weirdly slavery-apologist in places. I can certainly accept that people from another time period and culture thought very differently than me, and considered normal various things that I consider horrific. Sure. But the book trying to reassure me that slavery was often just fine honest for the slaves, a paragraph after a mention of the silver mines? Nnnnnnno.

Still. It's a good book for review, and I desperately need to do Greek review this summer. Below, you can see my thrilling translation of one of the exercises from chapter 3.B.

( Still on Team Xanthias, myself )