Neath the sea the land sinketh, the sun dimmeth,Today is day 27 that we are removed from our lives. I'd suggested a casual curriculum a couple weeks ago — a book to read, a language to learn, some documentaries to watch. I'm pleasantly surprised that Helena took it to heart.
From the heavens fall the fair, bright stars;
Gusheth forth steam and gutting fire
To very heaven soar the hurtling flames.
The fates I fathom, yet farther I see;
Of the mighty gods the engulfing doom.
Last night, we watched Werner Herzog's Into the Inferno, ostensibly about volcanoes, but more about volcano-rich belief systems, including North Korea, with an odd bit in the middle about fossil hunters.
Also, Herzog recites from the Codex Regius, an Icelandic book of Norse poems.
Comes the darksome dragon flying,Nature is fearsome. This time disease, a dragon of doom.
Nithhogg, upwards from the Nitha Fells.
He bears his pinions as the plains he o'erflies,
Naked corpses; now he will sink.