I’ve mentioned before that Bob and I take on a somewhat Rockwellian look as he reads to me while I crochet in my great-grandmother’s rocking chair. At this writing, we’re still on Ayn Rand’s famous American novel, Atlas Shrugged, but are somewhat bogged down in the author’s voluminous rant via the character John Galt. I finally opted out when my more intellectual half offered to read the rest of that chapter on his own and pick me back up when the plot resumes…
Bob has also read the likes of Plato, Aristotle, and Euclid. Why, you may ask? Not sure. I’ve enjoyed some Virgil and Augustine, but I also tend toward Calvin and Hobbes. (In all honesty, Bob is well rounded Continue reading “Dante in a graphic novel??”