"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).
Pages
▼
Thursday, June 11, 2026
A Sick City
Euripides, Heracles 272-274 (thou, thee = Lycus; tr. Edward P. Coleridge):
For a city sick with dissension and
evil counsels thinketh not aright; otherwise
it would never have accepted thee as its master.