“That night you made soup more carefully than ever” = itur in antiquam siluam
gonna adopt new yorker style guide in my personal life. hyphens are out, talking with preëminent scholars about coöperation and coördination as we reënter society is in
happy birthday to Rome
I wish more than anything in the world I remembered what the book was called, because I will 100% never find it again (too niche) (hyper local history on Wisconsin lumber camps) and once I type it out no one will believe me BUT
Way out in the woods there wasn't much opportunity for entertainment, and at night the foreman or whoever would fall back on that tried and true 19th century past time of reading aloud, which was more popular than one might expect. Apparently there'd be a bunch of burly dudes around the campfire rapturously listening to Jane Eyre, to the point where one of them exclaimed, at a moment of peril for the heroine [sadly paraphrased by me] 'God DAMN them! God them that would be so cruel to one of God's own lambs!' etc
I wish more than anything I could find the book again and confirm the quote both for my own sake but also for our proud heritage of being completely insane. Heirloom blorbo.
holy SHIT i found it
"He spent his winter evenings reading from the boss' collection of Walter Scott novels. The linkage of lumberjacks and literature was not entirely exceptional. James Johnston, a Canadian immigrant who spent the winter of 1856-1857 logging on a branch of the Snake River, was delighted to find in camp a copy of Ivanhoe and a collection of Captain Maryatt novels. Later he "made it a custom to have some book in camp and sometimes at the request of the boys would read aloud while the crew would listen." On one improbably occasion he was reading Jane Eyre to the men who sat in rapt attention as the young orphan Jane was humiliated by one of her teachers. One of the men, who regarded Jane Eyre as "one of God's little lambs", shouted out a curse "from the very bottom of his soul" at the insult to the heroine. The rest of the crew then "broke out in cheers and laughter"
Blorbo from my campfire read-aloud.
There was a lull in conversation, and in the quiet, someone from a side table addressed the king. “Your Majesty,” he said innocently, “is it true that your cousins once held you down in a water cache?… Is it also true that they wouldn’t let you out until you agreed to repeat insults about your own family?”
…
The king shrugged his shoulders slightly and said, “I could send you to ask them.”
The man laughed. His laughter was edged with contempt. “It would be a long trip, Your Majesty. I would so much rather hear the answer from you.”
“Oh, the trip would be quicker than you think,” said the king, pleasantly. “Most of my male cousins are dead.”
(Megan Whalen Turner, The King of Attolia 5, pp. 93-94)
and
Someone had approached a corpse that was being borne out through the Forum for burial and bending down had whispered something in its ear; when the spectators had asked what he had said, he stated that he had sent word to Augustus that they had not received anything [of the legacies left in his will] yet. Tiberius, now, put this fellow to death at once, in order, as he jokingly remarked, that he might carry his own message to Augustus.
(Cassius Dio 57.14 [trans. Cary]; cf. Suetonius Tib. 57)
haud fuerit longum…paucis disserere = historians can have little a digression, as a treat.
Forget theses, I’m nailing the 95 appendices to Syme’s Tacitus to the church door in Wittenberg.
Laudatio Turiae: The Other Side
probably the most important piece of scholarship i’ve made ever.
I deeply appreciate the fact that Discworld translators add their own terrible, terrible puns.
The Martyrdom!River-Bubble!AU that no one asked for. (Don’t worry, Magnus: it has a happy ending)
The Suda on Cenna the poet
Cenna of Eddis, the daughter of Kallias, born in the tenth year of the reign of Laertes of Eddis, when Similla daughter of Cleito was the High Priestess for the fifteenth time. She wrote plays, including: Hares, King Emipopolitus (it is also called Royal Favour), Ambassadors, The Catfish, Islanders, Gunnery Engineers, The Queen’s Slipper, The Pentlings, All for None. She won the Golden Pen of Moira for King Emipopolitus and for Gunnery Engineers, and the Comic Crown in Elisa for Bunnies.
Bunnies] fort. Hares?
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