My Milton professor is slightly on the wacky side. I’ll explain why she’s called crazy dog lady one of these days, but yesterday’s class was particularly surreal.
“This was a treatise about religious tolerance, but only to a certain extent. It was like saying that we all have a piece of the Truth to contribute, right, but if you let everybody come along to the party, how do we know that somebody isn’t bringing a piece of Something Really Wrong as well? Like, well… something really bad. Like… hmm… no, not that… or that… help me, people, what’s really evil?”
“Babies on spikes!” I can’t help thinking.
“Eating babies it is. What would you call that, anyway? Something… phage. Vore? Which one is the Latin again? Infanto… carni… cannibal? Erm. Anyway… eaters of babies. Baby eaters! Yes! What if some of those came to the party? He’s saying maybe that wouldn’t be so good to invite them to the bash and they wouldn’t like the hor d’oevres everybody else is having anyways. Except, he’s applying this to the Catholics in this particular case. Because in the Protestant context at this point, they are like Sauron.”
Meanwhile, I’m doodling Lord of the Rings meets Eddie Izzard in my notebook at this point. Isengard is covered in jam!