The Burrow

I'm about to clear something up.  You may think that I am splitting hairs.  I don't think so.  I have the weight of centuries behind me.  Read on, and be amused.   Today, Prof. Alfie  reminded us of a distinction Dante made in The Inferno.    Those who know the truth and keep you from it are the liars. Those who don't care about the truth at all are doomed to spend eternity wallowing in their element - bullshit.  There was a moment of silence, then stifled, rueful laughter.

My new class started up this morning, and I am a happy girl.  The Humanities Seminars at the University of Arizona is adult education at its finest.  Professors speak, and we listen.  Some are better than others (isn't that the way of all things?) but the entire adventure is fun, in and of itself.  A room full of inquisitive adults, none of whom are texting or sleeping (though some nodding off is to be expected, given the demographics of the group), all of whom have done the reading or are at least abashed at the fact that they are a week behind.  But they are behind because they've been traveling in Italy for 6 weeks, or visiting new-born grandchildren, or moving from an big house to a smaller abode within walking distance of the University, not because they didn't feel like doing the work.  It's got to be a teacher's joy, and, judging from the faces on the instructors I've had, it is. This session is 4 weeks on The Inferno , Dante Alighieri's poem descr...