Indeed, it is as I've often said; I'm the ripe turd and the world is the gaping arsehole. So we will certainly be separated.
Es ist doch, wie ich offt gesagtt habe; ich bin der reiffe Dreck; so ist die wellt das weitte Arschloch. Darumb sein wir wol zu scheiden.
"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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Sunday, September 18, 2022
Luther on His Impending Death
Analecta Lutherana et Melanthoniana. Tischreden Luthers und Aussprüche Melanthons, ed. Georg Loesche (Gotha: Friedrich Andreas Perthes, 1892), p. 384 (§ 609, Luther to his wife, my translation, with help from a friend):