The Latin teacher we had- you know of them, surely. was such a crashing bore. You knew as you had to listen to her recite for twenty to thirty minutes of classtime from the textbook we used that you were in fact, studying a dead language. It seemed at times she was trying to bore us into the dust the Romans had long since gone to.... I spent a lot of my time daydreaming. Pity. Seems these wizards use latin a lot too. it must be a powerful tongue.
It's funny you mention it being a dead language. Sometimes at night, and Vincent if you breathe a word of what I say to anyone I'll be upset.
Sometimes at night I lie in my bed awake wondering about things maybe I shouldn't. Then sometimes I get lonely, confused and scared and I start praying. But, my prayers aren't in English. I'm almost certain some of it is Latin.
I find it a beautiful, haunting, and entrancing language.
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Sometimes at night I lie in my bed awake wondering about things maybe I shouldn't. Then sometimes I get lonely, confused and scared and I start praying. But, my prayers aren't in English. I'm almost certain some of it is Latin.
I find it a beautiful, haunting, and entrancing language.
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