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We're on to mi verbs. Can I smell panic and urine in the air? Of course; however, the source may be my cooking. Who would trust a left handed Slav in the kitchen?

I talked about this book with an odd book salesman in Edmonton. He said he used to learn the "real" Aristotle, and then abruptly began to talk about seeing Zazu live in London. His accent was what Temu thinks an Australian sounds like. He was not keen on the optative; this is none of my business.

Saving the rest of this to read at the airport; in the meantime, I am excitedly staring at it like a pug eyeing at that plate of pasta you just drunkenly dropped on the carpet.

Got into a good debate about whether lil piggies go "oink oink oink" (beginning with vowel) or "κοι κοι κοι" (beginning with consonant).

Given the intensity of our Greek study, my student hasn't spoken to his wife in ten days; I have lost the ability to taste umami and smile at dogs. There is the faint sound of Billy Joel in the background, but it may be the brain remembering sweet summers before its organ failure.

I was busy saying reprehensible things on Twitter, but fear not! Two deranged, drooling slavs are still keeping up with Greek. It is good to teach asigmatic futures early, lest people think there be hope of a god to save them.
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Rare is the man who can get me to appreciate Schleiermacher, yet here we are.

Tutoring a very distressed Slavic man in Greek using this text. As a fellow very distressed Slavic man, it will be a pleasure for both of us to pay attention to every single detail while blinking only once an hour.

bonjour, bitches
(bitches is French for bitches, meaning "bitches")

I love reading insults about German ontologists, manualists, Kantians, etc stated in German, Greek, and Latin at the same time. Denser than a guinea pig's stool!
(And, to top it off, Heidegger got more ladies than most of his dweeb fanboys)

I am teaching a hermeneutics seminar, so I decided to be an idiotic shithead and include a week on "Young Heidegger". Which is the real sign of hell: Young Sheldon, or Young Heidegger?

As I approach the end: will I ever look as dapper as a drunk graduate student who lies his way through his logic exam and Greek for reading course with ChatGPT? Will the Dover Fashion series teach me how the codpiece is truly the source of the sublime? Is the toga really just a large Italian Diaper?

This book is severely poisoning my aesthetic sensibilities (we love to see it &c &c)

Let's hope the French don't ruin opera!
*squints into camera*

I found a way to listen to a Frenchman read Plato(n) aloud while I bake pączki. I am becoming a modern gourmand, just like Plato(n) suggested on his podcast.

When you are a good boy and preserve the "n" at the end of Platon's name, you get extra nous in your lunchbox!

Glad to hear Mortimer Adler thought ONLY two things should be on a desk during a great books discussion: 1) copies of the book and 2) ashtrays.

I will literally read anything besides Martyr! (!)

Hope we get to the hot dog suit soon

What am I doing with my life (not grading, that's for damned sure)

I'm glad Eliot quit his study of British idealism in order to dunk on the worst manlet at the supper club, Matthew Arnold. Trim them sideburns, effete aesthete!