To support this opinion they pile up words, as much as each of them can; whether shouting or just stammering, they never keep quiet. Yet even when we talk to them, even if they are beaten in argument, they don't admit it.
In hanc sententiam exaggerant verba, quanta quisque potest; lingua vel sonanti, vel titubanti, non tacent: tamen et quando eis loquimur, etsi vincantur, non consentiunt.
"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, March 16, 2025
They Don't Keep Quiet
Augustine, Sermons 352.9 (Patrologia Latina, vol. 39, col. 1559; tr. Edmund Hill):