After my first year of Greek, my next step became clear. I wanted to learn Latin. But I didn’t want to sit through another year of grammar-parsing.
“I’ll teach you!” exclaimed my professor. I had mentioned to him that I was considering learning Latin. As a medievalist in a religious studies department, I was his first Latin student in three decades of teaching. We duly began working through Collins’ Ecclesiastical Latin. My Greek – and two years of long-forgotten high school Spanish – has made Latin go by quickly. Word order still plagues me.
Many would claim I am learning the wrong kind of Latin, or that I should learn Classical Latin first. But I prefer to read that which holds my interest. I can always pick up Virgil at another time.
This fall Dr. Macy and I are examining Jerome’s translation of the Hebrew Bible. Did he get things right? In the spring we hope to read some Bonaventure. I am beginning to see the beauty of the Roman tongue.