In other less irritated news: I've started reading an incredibly beautiful book that anyone interested in The Iliad should read. War Music by Christoper Logue is a fast and awe inspiring read, and you should check it out. An excerpt:
Sometimes
Before the gods appear
Something is marked:
A noise. A note, perhaps. Perhaps
A change of temperature. Or else, as now,
The scent of oceanic lavender,
That even as it drew his mind
Drew from the seal-coloured sea onto the beach
A mist that moved like weed, then stood, then turned
Into his mother, Thetis', mother lovelost face,
Her fingers next, that lift his chin, that push
His long, redcurrant-coloured hair
Back from his face, her voice, her words:
"Why tears, Achilles?
Rest in my arms and answer from your heart."
The sea as quiet as light.
Lastly? I need a frickin' desk.
