"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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Monday, February 01, 2010
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Stendhal, Life of Rossini, tr. Richard N. Coe, rev. ed. (New York: Riverrun Press, 1985), p. 357:
No one but a fool opens a book when he is feeling cheerful.
Il n'y a qu'un sot qui ouvre un livre quand il est heureux.