PAPHLAGON [kneeling before Demos]: Blow your nose, Demos, and then wipe your hand on my head.
SAUSAGE-SELLER: No, on mine!
PAPHLAGON: No, on mine!
ΠΑΦΛΑΓΩΝ
ἀπομυξάμενος, ὦ Δῆμέ, μου πρὸς τὴν κεφαλὴν ἀποψῶ.
ΑΛΛΑΝΤΟΠΩΛΗΣ
ἐμοῦ μὲν οὖν.
ΠΑΦΛΑΓΩΝ
ἐμοῦ μὲν οὖν.
"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, June 13, 2024
Currying Favor with Voters
Aristophanes, Knights 910-911 (tr. Alan H. Sommerstein):