What Lucian did next; or, Greek

περὶ μέντοι τῶν ὀφθαλμῶν, οἵους ἔχουσιν, ὀκνῶ μὲν εἰπεῖν, μή τίς με νομίσῃ ψεύδεσθαι διὰ τὸ ἄπιστον τοῦ λόγου. ὅμως δὲ καὶ τοῦτο ἐρῶ· τοὺς ὀφθαλμοὺς περιαιρετοὺς ἔχουσι, καὶ ὁ βουλόμενος ἐξελὼν τοὺς αὑτοῦ φυλάττει ἔστ᾿ ἂν δεηθῇ ἰδεῖν· οὕτω δὲ ἐνθέμενος ὁρᾷ· καὶ πολλοὶ τοὺς σφετέρους ἀπολέσαντες παρ᾿ ἄλλων χρησάμενοι ὁρῶσιν. εἰσὶ δ᾿ οἳ καὶ πολλοὺς ἀποθέτους ἔχουσιν, οἱ πλούσιοι.

How very strange, all in all.

So I guess I did do my Greek. Which made me think what Greek is.

linguam Graecam uti est ...

• a way to think in a different way
• a way to see what other people (through the different way) thought
• a way to see how other people (through the different way) thought
• a way to be generally supercilious and tease people for splitting infinitives
• a way to sink farther and farther down into a depressive stupor

Which, I suppose, is why I'm going to study psycholinguistics rather than the language next year. By now, at least, I can read Homer and Plato and Aeschylus on my own.

Which is what I set out to do, not to spend a crazy amount of money learning something I originally taught myself.