Basileia

Here on the semi-deserted Union college campus, I am sitting in the air-conditioned library, wasting precious time (I have an eye appointment at 4, and badly need to get some work done to-day), I’m taking advantage of the quiet to collect some of my sources. It is a little exciting to me that I’ve come to a point where I have what I think is often referred to as an “instrumental language,” i.e. German, a language I know well enough that I can read scholarship written in it, and thereby increase my pool of secondary information.

Really must get to work.

((Moth – Revolution))