But it seems to me eminently desirable, especially in these days, to have somewhere to flee to,—in the first place, a city where the inhabitants are devoted to you, and secondly, a house of your own and on your own estate, and that in some secluded, salubrious, and beautiful spot...
sed inprimis opportunum videtur, his praesertim temporibus, habere perfugium, primum eorum urbem, quibus carus sis, deinde tuam domum tuosque agros; eaque remoto, salubri, amoeno loco...
"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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Monday, February 20, 2023
A Refuge
Cicero, Letters to His Friends 7.20.2 (tr. W. Glynn Williams):