"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, April 23, 2021
Without Excuses
Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), "A School Song," lines 37-42:
This we learned from famous men,
Knowing not its uses,
When they showed, in daily work,
Man must finish off his work— 40
Right or wrong, his daily work—
And without excuses.