Someone told me before that not having read Illiad yet is like being a virgin in the literature/reading world.
I have been successfully picking up Illiad constantly from the library. As for reading it…
I’m not sure why but Illiad intimidates me. And I have never been intimidated by a book!
What’s stopping me? Fear from not understanding this piece of literature that everyone seems to get and thus confirming that my level of literary intelligence is quite low? Fear of not getting the meaning behind the words and of not being able to read between the lines because English is not my first language? (Nevermind it was not originally in English, I meant the translated version of course!) Fear of not enjoying it therefore to be forever cast into the lowest rung ladder of the literary society?
Or just the plain fact that it was way too thick and the typeset was way too tiny?
The feeling is just like…going to watch a play that those ‘society’ deem so intelligent, witty, creme de la creme of the theatre and absolutely smashing…and you gaping stupidly while the play is going on, not getting any of those opinions yourself.
