Yeah, I'm going to hell.

Seminar was interesting tonight. The piece we were discussing was Aristophanes' Clouds, with a focus on humor and what makes something humorous. I took a few stabs through the conversation at why dead baby jokes and similar topics are found funny, including the contrasting examples of a baby breaking its arm (not funny) and a baby getting run over by a train (very funny). Later on, Mr. Franks made a comment about Socrates dying horribly (which he does n the play: he burns to death) and added, "which Mr. [Peter] would probably enjoy." So now I'm the resident sadist, I guess.