The Sound of Silence

Spring                                                       Bee Hiving Moon

An unusual time with my Latin tutor, Greg, this morning.  I started translating, that is, I read the Latin which I had annotated, pronouncing the Latin words in the order in which I would translate them, then gave my translation into English.  Nothing.  I went a little further, still nothing.  The silence unnerved me.  “Greg,” I said, “Are you there?”  Oh, yes. Just listening.  Usually, Greg would say something like, well, let’s look at this, what about here?  That would signal, in his gentle way, that I had gone astray somewhere.

Today I read through over ten verses in a row, translating as I went and he said nothing. When we were finished, after he had explained the one place I faltered, a tricky part of Latin grammar and only at the very end, he said, “The best yet.  You’ve really got it.”

His silence meant assent.  I was doing fine and just needed to keep going.

Wow.  That felt good.