Alas, crowds were already assembling for an Elton John concert, we were galled to discover, so it was closed to mere visitors. I have nothing particularly against Elton John. He can perform whatever he likes and with whom he pleases but I think that any lover of antiquity denied access to a Roman amphitheatre on account of one of his concerts should at least have the right to demand that the man perform in the presence of half a dozen famished lions. Then I'd pay handsomely to see Elton John, his tawny wig, spectacles and gnawed, dismembered carcass.
"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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Tuesday, June 25, 2019
Ad Leones
Email from a friend who tried to visit the amphitheatre in Nîmes: