in maximo meo dolore hoc solatio utor, quod intellegunt homines, non sine causa me timuisse ista, quae acciderunt.
In my intense misery I find comfort in the fact that the world now sees that my past fears of what has now occurred were not groundless.
"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, March 10, 2023
I Told You So
Brutus, letter to Cicero, in Cicero, Letters to His Friends 11.26 (tr. W. Glynn Williams):