Dreaming of Scipio

You read Michael Grant’s History of Rome a couple of weeks go. You swallowed it in one gulp. It was that good.

Now, you read Michael’s obituary as images of ancient Rome dance across your mind.

You remember the pleasant Summer Sunday morning when you sat in the sun and read Michael’s translation of The Dream of Scipio. Your lover sat close by reading the newspaper.

You recollect Ms. Soukup and Ms. Wellman who tried to teach you a bit of Latin when you were in school.

You take Wheelock’s Latin Grammar from the bookshelf.

You dream of Scipio, Cicero, and Michael.