Metayawnphoses

Dear You,

I've been trying to read Ovid's Metamorphoses. I've got as far as the first volume; of fifteen.

All I know is that some people turned into cows and wheat or something, and there were some Gods.

I'm not a fan of poetry- I'd rather read something unrestricted by the conventions of rhyme, rhythm and the number of syllables society tells us to put in each line.

Would you tell anyone if I didn't read it all? I'm not sure how I'm feeling about all of this Greeky Latiny stuff, but there's only a couple more left on the list. But fifteen volumes in one book? A bit excessive, Mr O.

I think I've realised fundamentally why I'm doing this. One of my English Language teachers seems convinced that my whole class is stupid. For example:
'Where's Long John Silver from? Although I doubt any of you would know.'
I followed it up with a resounding:
'Fuck off, it's Treasure Island you prick,' except without the offensive stuff as I'm quite scared of him.

Yours bored-to-deathly,

M.