Please, keep the noise to a dull roar. I have several hours of catching-up to do on my scriptorium project, translating the entire corpus of Virgil's work from the original Latin into the more user-friendly Pig Latin. It's not easy. Some of these poems - limmericks, really - are absolutely filthy, and something gets lost in translation moving to the vernacular.

ulta-may oque-quay et-way ello-bay assus-pay, um-day onderet-cay urbem-way

You see my challenge here, no doubt.

As you can see from the weary look on my face, the work is tiring, but rewarding. The rope around my waist says "I'm all business", while my robe says "I know how to relax and have fun, too". But fun is for later. Back to the books I go.

Please: keep it down.