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. . . . . entries for 8.8.07 . . . . . So I'm reading the Iliad, right? Caffeinating myself, trying to make sure I don't nod off, et cetera. The battle starts. Frank calls me and asks me about our plans for today, and then we talk about me going out to Omaha and Chicago, and him going to Buffalo shortly thereafter. He introduces the possibility of my accompanying him to the first part of his Buffalo trip, involving visiting the sprawling Italian side of his family, which to me sounds like an unlikely but really cool turn of events. (I think my parents will raise their eyebrows and be like, "what, are you guys engaged or something?" [which we aren't].) In any case. We get off the phone, and my eyes go back to the page, to these lines: "Screams of men and cries of triumph breaking in one breath, fighters killing, fighters killed, and the ground streamed blood." . . . et cetera with the warlike imagery. What a bloody WEIRD mental transition. I just had to blog about it because it was like. . . aw, visiting Frank's extended family, OMG TROJAN WAR. That's my life for you, I guess.
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I thought about saying the latter. And then I thought about saying that you shouldn't ask anyone else what part of a book is important or otherwise. And then I decided that this is what I should say to that question:
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