Weil on the Iliad; Nazis everywhere; the scholar, pt. 4; a dialog of trucks
I discussed, with fellow readers, Simone Weil’s essay “The Iliad, or the Poem of Force,” which we all were impressed with.
(Weil gets some details about the Iliad wrong, per the introduction in this edition.)
We also learned about this new book: Our Nazi.
Nazis, Nazis everywhere is the virtual life-refrain of one of our venerable reading-group members.
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Rough school day for Samuel, who heard some unsettling noises. He doesn’t want to go back.
Karin bought him some Hot Wheels, out of pity.
Later, she heard him playing with other toy cars – a pickup truck and a food truck.
“Hey, man, give me some sliders.”
“Sure, man. Where do you want them?”
“Just toss ’em in the back of my truck.”
(Weil gets some details about the Iliad wrong, per the introduction in this edition.)
We also learned about this new book: Our Nazi.
Nazis, Nazis everywhere is the virtual life-refrain of one of our venerable reading-group members.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
Rough school day for Samuel, who heard some unsettling noises. He doesn’t want to go back.
Karin bought him some Hot Wheels, out of pity.
Later, she heard him playing with other toy cars – a pickup truck and a food truck.
“Hey, man, give me some sliders.”
“Sure, man. Where do you want them?”
“Just toss ’em in the back of my truck.”