I am trying to relive my scholar phase.
I am reading Timaeus by Plato and Oliver Twist.
But there's never enough time.
I have to remind myself that I am going to have plenty of time in the future and will look lovingly back at these times,
possibly even wishing for them back.
Everything has a season.
I guess this is the "dabbling-and-grazing-in-the-classics" season of my life.
