"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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Thursday, March 29, 2018
Enough
Les Murray, "Evening Alone at Bunyah," 2nd stanza, Collected Poems (Melbourne: Black, Inc., 2006), p. 13:
It can be enough to read books and camp in a house.