"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, September 29, 2018
Delightful
Wyndham Lewis, Filibusters in Barbary (New York: National Travel Club, 1932), p. 66:
It is naturally delightful to be in a place where industrialism has not put its squalid foot.