Tuesday, 9 October 2007
There's really nothing to be said for learning a second language that has been dead for a couple of thousand years. Let alone one that uses a different alphabet. I fell behind so quickly that I had to write tiny cribs which I copied out from North and Hillard's Greek Prose and stashed in the gap that ran up inside my tie. As time went by these strips of paper grew longer and longer, and the writing on them smaller and smaller. About the only phrase I can remember is 'kakos neanias', which means 'bad man'. Useful if one is ever propositioned in the Peloponnese, but the time would have been better spent learning something more relevant like origami or bell-ringing.