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Monday, March 14, 2011
Dolce Far Niente
Cicero, De Oratore 2.6.24 (tr. E.W. Sutton and H. Rackham):
For to my mind he is no free man, who is not sometimes doing nothing.
mihi enim liber esse non videtur, qui non aliquando nihil agit.