The Aeneid (1-140)

Earlier in the year we read The Odyssey, a story of a Greek hero escaping troy and having a perilous journey home. The Aeneid is a very similar story, but instead of a victiorious greek excaping, it is a fleeing trojan named Aeneas. In This portion, Jupiter sends Mercury, his messanger, to go talk to aeneas, and i particularly liked the description here.

Jove had spoken. Mercury made ready at once to obey the reat commands of his almighty father. First he fastens under his feet the golden sandals, winged to sweep him over the waves and earth alike with the rush of gusting winds. Then he seizes the was that calls the pallid psirits up from the underworld and ushers others down to the grim dark depths, the wand that lends us sleep or sends it away, that unseals our eyes in death. Equipped with this, he spurs the winds and swims through billowing clouds till in mid-flight he spies the summit and rugged flanks of Atlas, whose long-enduring peak supports the skies.

I really like the imagery the Virgil uses, and the translation by Fagles. It gives a sense that Mercury, like the other Gods, has unfathomable power over the Human Race, and can fly through the air like a regular old super hero. his wand , or caduceus, is somethihng i have found very interesting in other passages, for there are so many uses for it. He can lead the dead to the underworld, or summon the winds.

The Aeneid (208-425)

This is a passage from the Aeneid, a story of a trojan son of Venus, escaping from the fallen troy, and continuing to found a city in Italy that would someday become rome. With this passage, There was a trojan prophet who warned the city against letting the horse inside, but then two large snakes came out of the water and ate him and his family.

But look, twin snakes, i shudder even to talk about this, from tenedos, loom
over the calm, deep sea, with huge coils and they stretch side by sidde towards
the shores. Their chests race among the waves and their bloody crests overpower
them. The rest of their body, trailing behind them, skims over the sea, and each
snakes twists its huge body into a coil, they hiss while the salt is spreading.
And now they overwhelm the plowed fields, having suffused their burning eyes,
with blood and fire, they were licking their hissing mouths with flickering
tongues.

In my opinion, this passage is just ridiculous, i have no idea how he thought of it. Vergil's language is excellent, it is really descriptive. It would be crazy if this happened in real life, although some might say that it did happen, just think of how frightening it would be to see two giant snakes coming out of the water to devour you?

The Aeneid (103-207)

The Aeneid (1-102)

The Aeneid is the epic that Virgil wrote, based in the beginning shortly after the fall of Troy, where a trojan warrior, Aeneas, escapes the burning city with his son Ascanius, later called Iolus, and his father Anchises. In this passage, he is in the middle of telling his story of his escape from Troy to queen Dido, whose shore he is cast upon after his ships were wrecked by a storm. He is telling particularly about the death of Priam, the last king of Troy.

Perhaps you wonder how Priam met his end

when he saw his city stormed and seized, his gates

wrenched apart, the enemy camped in his palace depths,

the old man dons his armor long unsused, he clamps it

round his shoulders shaking with age and, all for nothing,

straps his useless sword to his hip, then makes

for the thick of battle, out to meet his death.

I find this particular passage interesting, partially because of Fagles' word choice in the translation, and also because of how in 7 lines, Virgil describes the direness of the situation for the Trojans. An old king who is far too weak to be fighting, is forced to put on his armor and run into battle, only to be killed shortly thereafter. I am very excited to read the rest of this book, because it is a very interesting story, parts of which i am familiar with and parts i am not. I have also noticed alot of similarities with the Odyssey by Homer, a greek poet whom Virgil admired.

Virgil. The Aeneid (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition) (Penguin Classics Deluxe Editio). New York: Penguin Classics, 2008. Print.

Three Cups of Tea (90-215)

As Mortenson travels around Pakistan, he heard many stories, and many of those are retold in this book. Here is part of the story of a girl who lived in Pakistan during the war against India.

Fatima Batool remembers the first "whump," clearly audible form the indian artillery battery, just twelve kilometers across the mountains. She remembers the firs shell whistling gracefully as it fell out of the blameless blue sky, and the way she and her sister Aamina, working together sowing buckwheat, looked at each other just before the first explosion

This passage reminded me of both A Long Way Gone and Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, in that it is images of war and destruction burned into a person's mind. I cant imagine having so traumatizing happen to me, and i would have a very hard time retelling it. This scene like the bombing of Dresden in EL&IC really depicts well how war can affect the most peaceful people, even when they did nothing to start it.

Mortenson, Greg, and David Oliver Relin. Three Cups of Tea One Man's Mission to Promote Peace . . . One School at a Time. New York: Penguin (Non-Classics), 2007. Print.

Three Cups of Tea (57-90)

Greg Mortenson goes to third world countries in the middle east and builds schools. He has to travel great distances by very treacherous means, but does not give up. In this scene he is almost at a village, but has to go through a mountain pass and cross a roaring river.

The jeep stopped next to a zamba, swaying over the Shyok, and Mortenson got out He'd never been comfortable crossing these yak-hair bridges, since they were engineered to support Balti half his weight. And when Akhmalu and Changazi piled on behind him, shaking the structure violently, he struggled to keep his feet beneath him. Mortenson grasped the twin handrails and shuffled his size-fourteen feet tightrope-walker-style along the single braded strand between him and the rapids fifty feet below. The zamba was slick with spray, and he concentrated so successfully on his feet that he didn't notice the crowd waiting to greet him on the far bank until he was nearly upon them

This can be applied to our lives. Although not all of us have life threatening situations that keep us from saving the world, we have day to day struggles that keep us from the right thing. Mortenson didn't have to go to the middle east, he could have found a normal job in America. He chose to go there, he chose to face all of those dangers, so that he could help the lives of the children there. We all should look to Mortenson as an example. We need to take a deep breath and go across our rope bridges to greet the people on the other side, and make a difference in their lives.

Mortenson, Greg, and David Oliver Relin. Three Cups of Tea One Man's Mission to Promote Peace . . . One School at a Time. New York: Penguin (Non-Classics), 2007. Print.

Three Cups of Tea (1-56)

This book is about the influence of Greg Mortenson, who is an american man who was in the military and was an avid mountaineer. It was on one of his trips to a mountain in Pakistan where he discovered his extreme humanitarianism. He started a group who goes to Pakistan and Afghanistan and builds schools and helps out wherever they can. This passage shows just how influential this man is.

Illiterate high-altitude porters in Pakistan's Karakoram have put down their packs to make paltry wages with him so their children can have the education they were forced to do without. A taxi driver who chanced to pick Mortenson up at the Islamabad airport sold his cab and became his fiercely dedicated "fixer". Former Taliban fighters renounced violence and the oppression of women after meeting Mortenson and went to work with him peacefully building schools for girls. He has drawn volunteers and admirers from every stratum of Pakistan's society and from all the warring sects of Islam

This goes to show how all it takes is one person to do something good for the world. Now take Mortenson's actions and multiply them by the 6.5 billion people living on the planet today, and you would get some serious change for the better. Its amazing how much harm one person can do what they try, but it is nowhere near the amount of good a person could do if he or she really devoted their life to it. Most people havent yet realized that they have more control of the good doings in the world than they think. I really wish everyone would at least do something small benefiting others, not necessarily as large-scale as building schools in third-world countries, but just something. The whole world would be a much better place.

Mortenson, Greg, and David Oliver Relin. Three Cups of Tea One Man's Mission to Promote Peace . . . One School at a Time. New York: Penguin (Non-Classics), 2007. Print.