Give me a three-legged table, a shell of clean salt, and a coat that, however coarse, can keep out the cold.Tigellius here reminds me of the moneylender Alfius in Horace's second epode.
sit mihi mensa tripes et
concha salis puri et toga, quae defendere frigus
quamvis crassa queat.
"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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Wednesday, September 04, 2019
The Simple Life
Horace, Satires 1.3.13-15 (Tigellius speaking; tr. H. Rushton Fairclough):