But then I look at my assigned Parson's Tale.
A 44 page sermon on the seven deadly sins and penitence. And it's in PROSE. Where is the fun in that, I ask you?
I'm on the second page and already want to stab myself in the heart with a spoon. "There are [insert number here] reasons for [insert subject here]. Quotes [insert random saint's quote here], and quote [insert another random saint's quote here], and quote Jesus (because you ALWAYS must quote Jesus)." GAH!
I finally got a copy of the book that includes the tale, but it onle has it in Middle English, which is a bit of a waste, but it has some good essays in the back, so I'll return it next week. And I can't print out the tale, which I'd prefer to do so I could read it in school or something, because, like I said, it's 44 pages.
Note to Chaucer: The Parson was a good, holy guy. We get the point. Stop by page 10. Please.