Loeb Postscriptum & Cream Tea

M. just informed me that the Loeb-series of classical translations is not as overwhelmingly authoritative as I thought: about certain authors, classicists are rather reserved.

That said, the statement about homosexuality can be extended: the editors of the older editions were having moral difficulty with any passage on (physical) love.

Today is essay-finishing day (as was Sunday, and yesterday... maar vandaag gaat het echt echt lukken!). Interluded by Christmas dinner leftovers and a Devon Cream Tea behind St. Stephen's with T., the Pennsylvanian girl I met last week during our OODS-walk. Novelties: strong tea with milk (turns out I like it. After fifteen years thinking I'd hate it) and tea cake (kind of krentenbol, but cut open and toasted - naturally - and accompanied by butter and blackcurrant and strawberry jam. And again: Christmas muzak and ouwe besjes surrounding us. Very nice.

We talked some more, bought milk and bread at Sains and said goodbye at the Clocktower. Strange experience: we've seen each other only twice, had rather personal conversations, and in three days she's off to America, for good. I've got her address and can come round when I go to the States, but actually the States were one of the few places in the world I didn't have direct plans to go to, so... guess that was it.