This truth -- to prove and make thine own:Nevertheless, there is something sad about the extreme degree of isolation in the case of Jim Sulkers of Winnipeg, who lay dead in his bed for two years before he was discovered.
'Thou hast been, shalt be, art, alone.'
"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Friday, September 03, 2004
Isolation
Matthew Arnold, in his poem Isolation (lines 29-30), wrote: