"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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Thursday, May 26, 2005
Stranded Without a Book
Outer Life tells what happened when he found himself stranded out of town at the beginning of the weekend without something to read. I guard against this danger by keeping a couple of books in the trunk of my car, alongside the spare tire.