"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, May 20, 2025
Wind
Philogelos 141 Dawe (p. 44; tr. Wiliam Berg):
Steering his ship, a quick-witted captain is asked, 'What kind of
wind do we have today?' 'Beans and onions, I'd say,' comes the
response.
