Friday, July 31, 2015
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Morning to myself: Walking, reading, straightening out a few financial matters (O dread). After a somewhat restless night (that bed is becoming less and less my friend), I woke late (7-ish) and walked to Jefferson Rd. and back. One far-off deer, no pics (nothing inspired a snap). Reading-wise I've pitted Mommsen's Rome against Richard Miles' Carthage.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Salammbo rose like her husband, with a cup in her hand, to drink also. She fell down again with her head lying over the back of the throne, -- pale, stiff, with parted lips, -- and her loosened hair hung to the ground.
Thus died Hamilcar's daughter for having touched the mantle of Tanith.