I was in that... place, with those... people again. It is a dreary drudge, but one that I must endure (this is not Elizabethan England, evidently). There is, however, one member of staff that is more amicable than the rest. She's new, comes from Columbia and her English isn't great. However, understanding both Latin and French means we can communicate reasonably well. I gave her a Spanish-English dictionary today, a pocket Collins (the old fashioned ones with the proper pronunciation in). Dictionaries are far superior to online translators, such as Google Translate, because instead of only giving one rigid definition, they allow the student to understand more definitions, and in context. She was grateful. The fact that she is extremely pretty and in her mid-thirties is by the by, for the lady is spoken for, therefore there will be no courtship.
Today I began the dreary drudge of learning bloody ancient Greek again. I hate it, as much as I love it, and it is certainly not easy. It is easy (which may appear like a paradox) but only difficult to begin with. I can't stand the bloody breathings and accents in it, but it is for my own good. Should I master this language, who knows where I might end up? I could perhaps make shift manager at McDonald's (this is not Renaissance Italy, evidently).
My dear daughter got in touch again today, which is wonderful. We only spoke briefly after I returned from work, but I managed to glean enough information to discover that she has Leo in her Ascendant (I already knew that we have precisely the same Sun and Moon signs, Gemini and Capricorn, respectively). Even so, rather than analyse her graphology or cast her horoscope in an attempt to glean something of her personality, I said - truthfully - that it would be far better to simply get to know one another. It's been nearly 20 years since she was born, and so we have much to catch up on. I would very much like to help her with her writing career, but before I can do that, I need to figure out how to format eBooks in HTML (a bloody pain in the bloody backside). It's not mission impossible, hardly a taxing language like Machine Code or Assembly. Once I have done that, I would very much like to help her go through the process, and get a few books up there. Who knows, this time next decade, we might not have to slave away doing unskilled labour for minimum wage.
This evening I am watching a movie called Tommorowland. I've seen it before, and it contains more truth than people know. Without wanting to say too much, being in the privileged position of being editor at the Firm (a school of hermetic philosophers), what I can tell you is that this place, or places like it, not only have always existed (as is evidenced in Plato's Phaedo and various other classical texts on philosophy), but still do exist. I could tell you more, but I wouldn't want to bore you.
Max.
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