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As I sat here eating a bowl of Peanut Butter Captain Crunch, trying to decide what I want to talk about, it hit me that I don't have anything to talk about...sure I could go with The Aeneid when he goes to the Underworld, or I could revisit an Aristotle piece, but that's been done and I have nothing more to say about it. So that's what I'm going to talk about - not having anything to talk about.

As humans our individual personalities are different. It's easy to see who, in our class, is talkative about the subject and who is not. Not to say they are bashful, just that they don't have any thoughts on the books we are reading. For me, I can't bring myself to get into it, because the topic doesn't matter to me. I can't find a way that it will influence me or my life.

Others get SUPER into it. It's not that they necessarily read the material, but they do show a little passion for it. Like it's the coolest stuff they've ever read. (not read) Which I can see how it could be, they were interesting fellows with interesting thoughts and stories.

In one sense I can see how these are the best books for us to read, they are the classics - Homer, Socrates, Aristotle, whoever else. But on the other hand, it's not very useful for those of us who don't find it entertaining, which to me is what books are here for.

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I commented on Will's post.