"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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Sunday, March 11, 2007
Licorice
"I grow old always learning many things," said Solon (fragment 18 = γηράσκω δ' αἰεὶ πολλὰ διδασκόμενος). Only yesterday I learned that the word licorice, which doesn't look Greek to me, comes from glykyrrhiza (γλυκύρριζα) = sweet root.