This semester at uni, I fell in love with Virgil. I can't profess knowledge of the entire Aeneid, but after thirteen weeks pouring over the Latin text of Book IV, weeping with Dido in her empty halls, cursing Aeneas with every bit of invective my mind could think up, and feeling my soul being lifted into the winds alongside the Carthaginian queen's, I can at least say that a part of the book has been permanently etched into my memory.
A really lovely, thought provoking post by my close friend, Jo.
I’m glad you enjoyed the post. <3
No worries! My theory about Dido being nude is that it’s a common feature of Romano-Celtic art to depict women that way. Not always, but often. There’s usually a heavy emphasis on fertility too.