Merlin, Where Art Thou?

I've been very much the lit hermit these past few days . . .

After reading some Arthurian stories (such as Le Morte D'arthur), I feel this gaping hole of a need to watch Merlin, the miniseries from 1998 with Sam Neill and Helena Bonham Carter (two very fine actors, in my humble opinion. I love how creepy yet beautiful Helena Bonham Carter is.) I CAN'T FIND IT ONLINE AND I WANT TO WATCH IT NOWNOWNOW. Was that insistent enough? Netflix won't deliver it for a few days. I think I'm going to die from the anticipation.

I returned Pedagogy of the Oppressed to its owner (I had borrowed the book from a friend) because I figured that I should stick to my own stack of books, which includes all the wonderful GRE practice stuff that I swore I would get a head start on this summer. There's so much that I need to read and so little time! I'm still half-heartedly re-reading Herodotus' The Histories. I've also started "The Myth of Sisyphus" by Albert Camus. He's a rather candid writer, so this lengthy essay has begun quite promisingly.

For the purpose of light reading. I've binge-read some John Grisham over the past two days: The Partner, The Runaway Jury, the Summons. All are very good and entertaining, of course. Grisham makes the law seem almost exciting. Then I remember that I don't have the patience nor grasp of logic to struggle my way through slews of LSAT practice problems, nor do I have genuine interest in studying/practicing/teaching law in my future.

I've also read through some La Fontaine fables (aka poetry versions of Aesop's fables, if you will). Even children's literature can be fun. Especially after attacking small mountains of denser stuff filled with (sometimes) unnecessary clauses and words that require very comprehensive dictionaries.

Herodotus needs to be DONE.