I woke up early this morning and reached for a book from the bedside table and what did I find?
Dante's Divine Comedy.
So I just started reading it -- you know, for the zillionth time.
But what does it matter? The opening line, "Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita...," never gets old.
In fact, I was thinking, maybe we could paint the first few verses on the wall in the living room?!