Let's not faff about. It's like having been kidnapped by orcs, and goblins, and hobgoblins. That's what it's like, at that... place - the Infernal Regions. D'ya ever see that Lord of the Rings movie, with the Uruk-hai? (I used to play Middle Earth RP btw, and some Role Master). That's what it's like in Hades. There is the oompa loompa, today, a goblin slave girl of Bligh, the orc, her master (he is from Mordor, she is from the East). Today she barks, 'You do not put the gluten free stickers there because of residue. I will have to clean it up.' (quietly forgetting, of course, that it is my duty to clean the cut table, because that is my post at work). I clean it as best I can, cleaning as I go. Anyway.
Bligh was there, as usual, barking like an orc. He's like Joe Pesci from Goodfellas, only half Mickey Rourke in that movie with his oompa loompa Jessica Alba in Sin City.
It's as though heaven's usual order is inverted. Reason. Knowledge. Wisdom. These things are for the misguided. Here, ignorance is strength.
As the lowliest, most meanest, basest slave that ever set foot on this ancient, hallowed and most redoubt of all islands in Neptune's fair maine. It is true, that there has never been so baser slave than me. Nay, not since Julius Caesar (45 B.C.E.) or Aulus Plautius (47 C.E.) dared to set foot on this great island, this demi-paradise, this other heaven, remote, populated by giants, hyperboreans, beyond the north (should Diododorus Siculus be belived) was there any such man so lowly as I, the basest most meanest creature that ever graced these once proud shores.
In any case, work matters ('shop talk') aside, I have been chipping away at little bits of Latin translation. Some Narses the Fourth here (12 century), a little Seneca there, even revisiting Suetonius. It's business as usual. Remaining at peace, and endeavouring to do the very best one can.
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