Talbot: Dans mes Rêves
I don’t know if it’s good or sad that I am dreaming of French translation exams. Taking them, passing one section but not the other. Retaking a section and as I hold it up to read it, almost instantly knowing how to translate it into anglais , a mystical light shining around the edges of the page but oddly enough, not through. Or how about the next bit of the dream: Looking through a live-action French catalogue named Talbot. Not the women’s clothing catalogue that is already out, but an antiques catalogue named after the seven-hundred plus year old vampire on True Blood . Why Talbot? He loves his antiques and talking about them. And I’m watching the DVDs of the show with French subtitles turned on. Actually, everything I watch for the next few days has to have français subtitles, or I can’t watch. That’s my rule. I get breaks from my studying (and reading for my actual courses), but I continue to study by reading the subtitles – two birds with one stone. I know there is no way I’m...