"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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Wednesday, September 11, 2024
Hidden Truth
Democritus, fragment 117 (tr. Kathleen Freeman):
We know nothing in reality; for truth lies in an abyss.
ἐτεῇ δὲ οὐδὲν ἴδμεν· ἐν βυθῷ γὰρ ἡ ἀλήθεια.
Jean-Léon Gérôme (1824-1904), La Vérité est au fond du puits, at Lyon, Musée des Beaux-Arts, inv. B 1395:
