Italian II.1
A number of people have asked to continue the Italian lessons, which we shall do at a slower pace so long as there is one student. I do ask everyone is working on these lessons to respond to each post, if it is only to say, “Present.”
A number of people have asked to continue the Italian lessons, which we shall do at a slower pace so long as there is one student. I do ask everyone is working on these lessons to respond to each post, if it is only to say, “Present.”
I shall in the future try to post these Greek lessons on Monday. But, since I promised to begin in January, here we are.
I’m not personally acquainted with Mrs. Assad, but I’m sure she’s a perfectly nice woman who just happened to be an accomplice of a historically significant war criminal. I could well have met her – she had been living in London until 2000, when she met her future husband and moved to Damascus – as I had many Arab friends at the time. The point is that accomplices of criminals, and on occasion the criminals themselves, are often perfectly nice people.
I have begun to wonder how many generations it takes for immigrants to lose their ethnic identity.
As I have noted here on a few occasions, good Catholics though they are, Italians are as distant from Christianity as any pagan.
On my century-spanning big list of favorite movies, there are more titles from the fifties than from any other decade.
It is pretty clear why the rabbis eventually rejected a book whose third chapter begins with a promise of immortality for the just:
We have started the Book of Wisdom. It is even better than I recalled. We are doing two chapters a day, if anyone cares to join us.