The week's colors trapped in a machine for now. A placeholder: lunch question over whether classicists, versed as they are in the long haul, with a sense of the minisculity of individual life, have the capacity to be bored. Or whether stasis of mind is on offer only in the world of the presentist, caught in the torpor before history makes even the most glacial most pointless of sequences consequential. Relationship of Antin's tellings detellings and retellings to boredom/entertainment.