If Hercules were living today, one of the labors would be to drive in Naples, and another would be to find a parking spot in Naples.
"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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Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Luigi Miraglia
A few years ago Rebecca Mead wrote a delighful portrait of Luigi Miraglia, a high school Latin teacher from a small town near Naples. I highly recommend it. It was published in the New Yorker magazine and is available on the Internet. Here is one of Miraglia's bons mots: