Scratch that. Very disturbed.
And even more disturbed by the fact that my Latin teacher is giving us this stuff to read.
I'm sure you've at least heard of Ovid, right? Roman poet, best known for his magnum opus, the Metamorphoses, a huge compilation of myth starting from the creation of the world, up to the deification of Caesar.
Not so bad? Well, no, it wouldn't be, if Ovid hadn't injected his own personality into the stories. Just to cut to the bone of the whole thing, the "epic" contains, to be frank, lots of the raunchy stuff. In all the ways one can think of, and more. (Quoting my Latin teacher for the last sentence here...)
True, one might argue that the Roman gods themselves were quite loose, but Ovid takes it a bit further than that.
Far she behind her leaves her virgin train;
To them too cries, and cries to them in vain,
And, while with passion she repeats her call,
The vi'lets from her lap, and lillies fall:
She misses 'em, poor heart! and makes new moan;
Her lillies, ah! are lost, her vi'lets gone.
Most of the stuff is hidden, like above. It could be a perfectly harmless bit, true. But the context is all important...the Romans sure loved their euphemisms.And before I go on, Ovid wrote a four part series on how to get with the ladies. Or men, in the case of the last book.
And they were creepy suggestions.