"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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Saturday, December 05, 2015
A Dark Vast Forest
D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930), Studies in Classic American Literature, chapter 2 ("Benjamin Franklin"):
Who knows what will come out of the soul of man? The soul of man is a dark vast forest, with wild life in it.