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I finished The Canterbury Tales this afternoon. A task that was forcefully begun in high school was willfully completed. From the books I’ve read over the past year, the classic literature among them has staked its claim as the pinnacle, in my opinion. Les Miserables is unmatched, but The Canterbury Tales simply fights just as fervently for a top spot.
I don’t dismiss the fact that much of The Canterbury Tales’ effect comes through during the translation, so in this case I must argue my appreciation for Nevill Coghill’s translation. However, this translator had many afternotes and thoughts that were also included appropriately annotated; he clearly intended to remain to the original connotations of each tale and
Hmm. I smell something like soup. Now I want soup. ::gets soup::
A further note: I am employed Monday and Tuesday. Purrrrrfect timing. I will be helping out Mark with some of the cabinet-making jobs he's acquired around town. Good times ahead.
