"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, April 27, 2005
The Graves of Academe
Before you go into hock sending your kid off to college, read this revealing essay by Katherine Ernst on some recent academic follies.
I borrowed the title of my post from the Underground Grammarian's book of the same name.