Virgil Virgin

Second book of the dark, murky wasteland days of internet loss is Virgil's The Aeneid. Wow. Am so smart, and stuff.

Except for the part where, thus far, I've only managed to work out who the equivalent of Juno, Jupiter and Venus are. I have no damned idea who that guy is with the swirly winds. I thought he was Neptune, but then Neptune turned up. Perhaps Apollo? No, there's Phoebus Apollo right there. WOE.

Does anyone know what happened to Paris? I didn't find out from The Illiad and I'm not sure I will from Virgil. The Odyssey is currently in hiding, or Jack finally defeated Odysseus.

Also, every time Dido speaks, I imagine her to use a North London accent.

Postmodernist mindsets suck.