"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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Friday, October 18, 2019
In Our Midst
Cicero, Against Catiline 2.11 (tr. C. Macdonald):
The sole remaining war is on our own soil; the plots, the danger, the enemy are in our own midst.
domesticum bellum manet, intus insidiae sunt, intus inclusum periculum est, intus est hostis.