Eternal Art

I slept in, and when I finally got up and went downstairs, I found Klara and her 7-year-old cousin perusing a thick tome of Greek myths. This is not a kids’ version. It’s written in the kind of language that even I have to consult the dictionary sometimes. The kids could have turned the TV or a gadget at any time because nobody was supervising but they chose true culture.

They are still reading the book, by the way, and are planning to drag it to the mall where we are going. People keep saying that there’s no need to teach the classics in college because students aren’t interested but it’s not true. Even first-graders dig the myths of antiquity.


2 thoughts on “Eternal Art

    1. All true, yes. The other day, I saw a video of a Russian POW, picked up wounded on the battlefield. A Ukrainian medic tried to bandage his head but the Russian yelped, “Please, please, don’t touch my head!”

      “Why?” asked the medic. “I need to bandage your wound.”

      “I know you want to cut my head off!” wailed the soldier. “We were told that’s what you do to people!”

      “Ah, another one of those,” muttered the medics wheeling him away.

      Often, these Russian POWs become slavishly attached to the captors once they see that nobody is cutting them into pieces and they are given food. They are like animals who were never treated nicely and now, suddenly, they are and they develop these mesmerized attachments.

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