"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, August 31, 2006
More Bumf
John Owen, Epigrams 1.172 (Ad Lectorem = To the Reader, tr. Thomas Harvey):
Tabificum non accedat liber iste tabaccum, Terge libro potius posteriora meo.
Lest this my Book should make Tobaco vapour, Wipe rather thy Posteriours with my Paper.