I’ll admit I don’t think I’ve ever read Aristotle before. I’m familiar with the name, of course, and I have read a lot of things that reference him and his works, but this is the first time I’m actually reading Aristotle.
Well, an English translation of Aristotle. My ancient Greek is… non-existent. But still! Pretty close. And satisfying in its own way.
It’s a slog, though. A lot of backtracking and No True Scotsman-ing in the piece I’m reading (“Poetics”). Stuff like “Tragedy does this because Comedy doesn’t, and Comedy does that because otherwise it would be a Tragedy”, but somebody had to lay the groundwork, I suppose.
It’s an interesting enough read. I’m about half done, and then I have to read a few pages of Horace (who I have never heard of before) for class ridiculously early on Monday. So trying to get it finished today.
But then nothing else after visiting my parents for a few hours, so I may actually get more writing done! The dream lives on, one day at a time…
Hop everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!