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Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Terence Overlooked
Discussing the Pope's funeral, Michael Novak writes:
Nil humanum alienum mihi, as the ancient church already said: Nothing human is alien to me.
Well, no. The ancient church didn't say it. That ancient pagan Terence (or his source) did, at Heauton Timorumenos 77: