After the age of twenty-five, every man is conscious in himself of a most bitter misfortune: of the deterioration of his body, of the fading of the flower of his days, of the flight and unrecoverable loss of his cherished youth.Related posts:
Passati i venticinque anni, ogni uomo è conscio a se stesso di una sventura amarissima: della decadenza del suo corpo, dell’appassimento del fiore de’ giorni suoi, della fuga e della perdita irrecuperabile della sua cara gioventù.
"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, June 27, 2025
Twenty-Five
Giacomo Leopardi (1798-1837), Zibaldone, tr. Kathleen Baldwin et al. (New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2013), p. 1912 (Z 4287):