"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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Saturday, March 04, 2023
Why?
A couple of days ago a youngster (3 years old) of my acquaintance asked the question "Why?" at least a dozen times in the course of a few hours. My grandmother's answer to this question was always the same — "Parce qu'ils ont la même nature divine," which I assume must have been a phrase from the catechism.