CreamCity: Latin Lives

More often than not, students will complain about having to endure at least one course of Latin. In American high schools, and I dare say seminaries, the common complaint was in verse:

Latin is a dead language,

As dead as can be, 

It killed off the Romans,

And now it’s killing me.

But really, can anyone be content with simply reading a translation? No matter how beautiful is such a phrase as: Late have I loved you, beauty so ancient and so new: late have I loved you . . . You called and cried out loud, and shattered my deafness. You were radiant and resplendent, you put to flight my blindness. You touched me, and I am set on fire to attain the peace which is yours.

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