It still makes me laugh to think that we were supposed to read Paradise Lost in four weeks. With a gun to my head, maybe, but otherwise impossible. Doesn't matter though, this epic has been here for almost three hundred years fifty years; it can wait awhile. And so, about half a year later, on a clear morning at Lake Garda the moment was there. Finito! Going at a pace of one to two hundred lines per day I managed to read each and every one of Paradise Lost's 12.000 lines of epic poetry. And yes, it was bloody well worth it. I just took the time to digest this tome of a poem properly.
23 August 2008