"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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Sunday, June 09, 2024
Vigilance
Demosthenes 19.296 (On the Dishonest Embassy; tr. Harvey Yunis):
There is nothing, absolutely nothing, that warrants greater vigilance than letting some individual rise
above the many.