"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 14, 2019
License to Jest
[Lucian], Love Affairs 53 (tr. M.D. Macleod):
Nothing said on a festive
day is unseemly, and any jesting, even if carried to
excess, is thought in keeping with the holiday spirit.