"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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Wednesday, March 04, 2015
Raison d'Être
Jane Austen (1775-1817), Pride and Prejudice, chapter LVII (Mr. Bennet speaking):
For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?