Took a trip up to the nearest Big City today. Kicked around in a Barnes and Nobles for an hour, which was just long enough for me to forget the names of every single author whose works I've been yearning to read for the past twelve months. But this is how it always goes in libraries and bookstores in the West.
But this matters not, because what did I happen to stumble upon but the Unit 2 textbook for the Cambridge Latin Course!
Clemens! Quintus! And most importantly, Bregans!!!
Waa, natsukashiiyo!
I then continued to increase my ownage by buying seasons one and six of Highlander at half off, plus Lyra's Oxford, which I just read, and which has counteracted the effects of the several mediocre books I've just finished reading.
That will be all.
But this matters not, because what did I happen to stumble upon but the Unit 2 textbook for the Cambridge Latin Course!
Clemens! Quintus! And most importantly, Bregans!!!
Waa, natsukashiiyo!
I then continued to increase my ownage by buying seasons one and six of Highlander at half off, plus Lyra's Oxford, which I just read, and which has counteracted the effects of the several mediocre books I've just finished reading.
That will be all.