This has turned out to be a better day than I thought it would be. I’ve been playing catch-up all day (after spending three hours at Reagan National last night; switching planes because of some mechanical problem--I don’t see why I don’t ride my bike every time I go to DC!), meeting with students, trying to watch the Pres, and so on. Yet, I have bumped into articles on Dante, and now Virgil. Robert Royal reviews a book by Eve Adler, "Vergil’s Empire: Political Thought in the Aeneid." Good review, just don’t forget the beauty offered up by Virgil.
I sing of warfare and a man at war./
From the sea-coast of Troy in early days/
He came to Italy by destiny,/
To our Lavinian western shore,/
A fugitive, this captain, buffeted/
Cruelly on land as on the sea/
By blows from powers of the air--behind them/
Baleful Juno in her sleepless rage./
And cruel losses were his lot in war,/
Till he could found a city and bring home/
His gods to Latium....