The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
Life piled on life
I am a part of all that I have met;
I am become a name;
It little profits that an idle king,
So today I picked up my copy of the latest big-shot Aeneid translation, released last year. It was a collaborative effort by Scott McGill and Susannah Wright — both scholars I deeply admire. An introduction from Emily Wilson, too! Talk about a triple threat.