"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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Friday, May 09, 2025
Life
Euripides, Iphigenia in Aulis 161-163
(tr. Edward P. Coleridge):
No mortal is prosperous or happy to the last, for no one was ever born to a painless life.
θνητῶν δ᾽ ὄλβιος ἐς τέλος οὐδεὶς
οὐδ᾽ εὐδαίμων·
οὔπω γὰρ ἔφυ τις ἄλυπος.