Hence, whenever we take into our hands a letter from you, we first of all observe its length, and love it in proportion as it goes beyond the average in size. Then, as we read it, we take delight in every word that meets our eyes; but as we approach the end, we are sad.Related post: Please Write.
ὥστε ὅταν λάβωμεν εἰς χεῖρας τὴν ἐπιστολήν σου, πρῶτον μὲν τὸ μέτρον αὐτῆς ἐπισκοποῦμεν, καὶ τοσοῦτον αὐτὴν ἀγαπῶμεν, ὅσῳπερ ἂν περισσεύῃ τῷ πλήθει. ἔπειτα διεξίοντες, τῷ μὲν ἀεὶ προστυγχάνοντι τοῦ λόγου χαίρομεν, τῷ τέλει δὲ τῆς ἐπιστολῆς προσεγγίζοντες, δυσχεραίνομεν.
"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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Tuesday, August 27, 2024
A Letter from You
Basil of Caesarea, Letters 57 (to Meletius, Bishop of Antioch; tr. Roy J. Deferrari):