Early-Modern Anglicised-Latin

Dear Diary,

Well, I just managed to get to Ludlow and the bus driver wouldn’t let little Ronulus on board; so I took the train. Last night was awful, for the first time this year the hornets re-surfaced in the cabin where we slept. It took me a good two hours to catch the nasty insect and cast him into a lake of fire (the wood burner).

The reason for yesterday’s depression could be numerous, pining, lovelorn, the usual, all combined with the surroundings. Today? I am going to see Delli, Conan and Dan. It should be awesome as I have a little something for Delli (philosophy and Shakespeare podcasts - neither of us have the web on our computers at home). Delli has something for me: another Encyclopedia of Egyptian Archæology - just what the Doctor ordered.

Ho hum. It is so nice to be able to be free again, no responsibilities except to the nation, Uni’, and God. (A responsibility to Ronulus goes without saying). I can’t wait to see Delli and company, it’s been ages since I saw them all.

He wants to learn Latin as well, and me to teach him. I told him I am not qualified to teach and would only impart what I know once I’ve passed my examination next year. We are planning on re-inventing an old language. In the Church at Wareham is a scrawl of graffiti, and it is written in a combination of Early-Modern English and Mediæval Latin. This graffiti, and others like it, will form the basis of our resurrected tongue. Unless you knew your Shakespeare, Marlowe and Classical Latin, you would not be able to decipher the tongue. It’s a nice little pet project, and I am up for any excuse to listen or speak in the manner of Marlowe and Cicero the Humanist.