“I… this is a textbook?” Leo said, confused. The cover showed a cheerful illustration of a Roman family reclining at a dinner table. “I’m doing post-doctoral work on gerundives.”
He was wearing a tunic.
When the girl’s mother said, “ Pānem emere necesse est ” (It is necessary to buy bread), Leo didn’t parse the infinitive. He walked to the taberna with the girl, smelled the sourdough, felt the weight of a bronze as in his palm, and bought the bread. Emere meant the transaction, the heat of the oven, the crumb on his thumb. via latina de lingua et vita romanorum pdf