"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, September 01, 2014
Epitaph
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), "The Two Voices," lines 331-333:
A life of nothings, nothing-worth,
From that first nothing ere his birth
To that last nothing under earth!