Roman History

So I must admit that I was too drunk during much of my schooling to retain most anything, but I did enjoy our Geoffrey’s final dream in The House of Fame because it re-educated me. How much I missed or have forgotten! While the dream itself did little for me (it was so long!), it was nice to check in with my old drinking buddies the Romans.

Who did we have? After a few Greeks and Semites, we touched base with Virgil, the writer of Aeneas’ story (the subject of the dream in Book I, I believe, but I’d been drinking…). Then there was a brief foray into Arthurian silliness, but with reference to Caesar and Pompey so I made my peace with it. And then Claudius, the successor of my beloved Caligula. While he is not my favorite of the Romans, I still enjoyed revisiting him.

The dream could have benefited from some sex or drinking or trickery, but it was alright. This Geoffrey character seems okay by me.

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Please excuse my absence

I seem to have been celebrating St. Patrick’s Day for the past month or so. Tends to happen each year…

 

I’ve been busying myself learning about the astrolabe. Quite an instrument, though I’m still having trouble muddling through dear Chaucer’s descriptions. So many words! So many diagrams! All the reading has been getting in the way of my drinking, but I’m told the reading is better for me than the drinking. Hogwash! One brings pleasure, the other mere frustration.

 

But I have learned a bit about the astrolabe and its functions, for whatever it’s worth. Actually, maybe I just know how to hold it. Yes, I believe that’s all I’ve garnered. Perhaps it will all become clearer once I discuss it with my fellow pilgrims. Anyone up for a discussion? Over some ale? Or some mead? Or some wine?…

Some Words on Mine Own Tale

First of all, apologies to our dear Monk for my interruptions last night – I simply felt my tale needed telling at that very moment! I suppose the wine spurred those feelings on. Following the Knight’s tale was certainly a tall order, but I feel I lived up to it. Where his tale discussed the nature of love, my own explored what may happen to Palamon and Emylye soon enough!

Before the Reeve commences to shout again, let me say that my carpenter was made a fool of and he certainly deserved it – he fell for Nicholas’ story hook, line, and sinker! He was mad, in the end, simply for having believed in this ridiculous little scheme. Who listens to the man you know to be infatuated with your own wife? Madness, all around.

And then there is, of course, the issue of poor little Absolon. This man was so hungry for his love, he didn’t stop to think what he could be kissing! His retribution, I’ve always thought, was a bit harsh. Every time I recall this tale I think, “don’t ever share the love of a woman with a man like Absolon!” His revenge is cruel, and his tactics are despicable. All for a woman who thinks nothing of him!

Let me say again that I frog leaped the Monk due to the drink. I won’t apologize again (I feel I did my apology quite well a few moments ago), but I will thank the Host for putting up with me. I know I can be a quarrelsome sort.