I have to take a literature class in school, and I just absolutely can't stand the stuff. I sit here with Beowulf in front of me and no matter how many times I were to read it, if I read a passage like "and the swans breath pressed over the swordsman's neck with a passion unparalleled to even the way the hungriest of men would cherish a double-stufed oreo, propelling the vessel across the bluest, deepest, most incorrigible drink*" all I get out of it is "the motherfucking dude was on a motherfucking boat that crossed the motherfucking water." I have to take the course, do any of you guys have any advice for how I can not hate every second of this class? It's kind of a vague question, but basically, have any of you more literal-minded types found a way to appreciate flowery language?
*edit: In reality, it would be like 10 sentences in a row about the dude crossing the water, not just one. I could probably handle one.
*edit: In reality, it would be like 10 sentences in a row about the dude crossing the water, not just one. I could probably handle one.
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