THE COUNTESS: But why drink so much?
ANTONIO: That's all that distinguishes us from the beasts, Madam — drinking when we aren't thirsty and making love whenever we feel like it.
LA COMTESSE: Mais en prendre ainsi sans besoin...
ANTONIO: Boire sans soif et faire l'amour en tout temps, Madame; il n'y a que ça qui nous distingue des autres bêtes.
"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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Thursday, February 02, 2023
What Makes Us Human
Beaumarchais, The Marriage of Figaro, Act II, Scene XXI (tr. John Wood):