Monday, August 28, 2006
Dog Latin
Christopher Morley, A Morning in Marathon, from Shandygaff (1918):
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As I passed through on my way to the Philadelphia train I was amused by a wicker basket full of Scotch terrier puppies -- five or six of them tumbling over one another in their play and yelping so that the station rang. "Every little bit yelps" as someone has said. I was reminded of the last words I ever read in Virgil (the end of the sixth book of the Aeneid) -- stant litore puppes, which I always yearned to translate "a litter of puppies."
