A student of history, I particularly enjoy old books and strange languages. I’ve recently found a home in South Bend, studying History and Philosophy of Science at the University of Notre Dame. This blog is a trial from my humdrum nest at blogger.
Perhaps the title of this space requires some explanation. As you will see, the first letter of my name attached to my last name produces “ROosterhoff”, which might mean “house of the rooster”, or some such pun. Chanticleer, the foolish rooster of Chaucer’s Nun’s Tale, had a nightmare, for which he was derided by his dearest hen Pertelote. The tale ends in Chanticleer’s death by a fox, as his dream forebode. Logging my thoughts often seems like writing out dreams; one never is sure whether they are real. I manage to convince myself of their truth, foolhardy though I know myself to be; Chaucer might have appreciated the irony.
