Week 4 Reading B The Metamorphoses



Story: The Metamorphoses by Ovid. Translated by A. S. Kline

This reading was a lot less interesting than the one from yesterday. I only liked the story of echo. These stories are really messed up, it seems like greeks hated young girls. I struggled to understand them, I had to google some of them. I don't see anything in these stories that I will incorporate. The ones from today didn't even flow as well as the ones from yesterday. I actually fell asleep reading them. 


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