Sunday, May 28, 2006
Yesterday I again engaged in little fruitful activity, besides continuing to read through Schliemann. Pages one hundred sixty-two and one hundred sixty-three (die Seiten einhundertzweiundsechszig und einhundertdreiundsechszig) contain one line of text at the top, with the rest of the pages consumed by a massive footnote about the result of Herodotus' consultation with some priests about an alternative version of Aeneas' story (i. e., he never left the site of Troy, but continued to rule in the area over the population of Trojans remaining). I question the purpose of a footnote longer by pages in length than the text above, but I did find the diminished text somehow easier to read.
Around one this afternoon I have a date with Sharada to watch Suicide Club, a Japanese film I found a couple of years ago at Blockbuster and neglected to return. To an American the plot makes little sense, since the symbolism is Shinto/Buddhist, am meistens, but the level of gratuitous violence is high enough that anyone this side of the Pacific should still enjoy the film.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:15 AM]