"Well, yes and no. And yes again, in a metaphorical and intensely egotistical sense. By which I mean that I copied them out from memory. Most of the volumes," she walked under the canvas roof's edge, " - mind your head - are love poetry, but I also made these four for Susan to teach the children from. The Iliad and the Odyssey, in Greek, you see," opening one to show him, "and then a facing English translation, which was interesting to do. I don't know if they're exactly the versions people use in the modern era, mostly I was just writing them down as I'd been taught them as a girl. And of course they've got a bit of wear on them - the stains were Calvin, of course, Pearl was always very careful with books. Though I did quite enjoy his - no, Hobbes's - crayon illustration of the Cyclops..."
She bit her lip, pausing for a moment with her hand on the spread pages.
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Date: 2008-08-13 06:26 am (UTC)She bit her lip, pausing for a moment with her hand on the spread pages.