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.
The American people is at war, and it not just war with Russia over Ukraine or war with the Syrian Jihadists we have been bankrolling. Our greatest war is with ourselves.
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.