Quiet morning...

I'm sitting here reviewing for my Dante midterm in a few hours. The cat is sitting on my desk, next to my computer, under my lamp as she likes to do when it's cold: between the computer and the lamp, it's like a little kitty sauna.

She's just hanging out, not really doing anything, purring her little heart out. Then she tries to sit on my papers and I shoo her away since, obviously, I kind of need to study from them. She she wanders off somewhere else.

A few minutes later, she starts running back and forth along the whole length of the apartment. Zoom! Patter, patter, patter. Zoom! Patter, patter, patter. Zoom! Finally, she ran to my window and looked out, very excited, her head jerking back and forth looking at the cars, I guess.

Meanwhile, I'm reviewing Canto 33 of Inferno which opens with what is easily the creepiest line of the entire Canticle: 'La bocca solevò dal fiero pasto': The mouth rose from its infernal meal. Picture this: the very bottom of the pit of Hell. A lake of ice. Sinners trapped in the ice, some sitting up, some reclined on their backs, some completely covered by the ice. You approach one pair of sinners frozen very close together, front to back. The sinner behind is eating the brains of the sinner in front of him. When spoken to by Dante to learn of his sins, he looks up, wipes his lips on the hair of the sinner in front of him, and begins to speak. After this, and his tale in which the sinner in front of him locks him in a tower with his sons and starves them to death and then he cannibalises his sons to stay alive after they die, well, Lucifer is kind of anti-climactic.

The cat has now calmed down and is once again purring away aside by computer.