"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, March 17, 2021
Made-Up Stories
Aeschylus, Prometheus Bound 684-686 (tr. Herbert Weir Smyth):
Do not, of thy pity, seek to cozen me with words untrue; for foulest of plagues do I account dissembling words.