Yo, Saturnalia!
It is now the month of December, when the greatest part of the city is in a bustle. Loose reins are given to public dissipation; everywhere you may hear the sound of great preparations, as if there were some real difference between the days devoted to Saturn and those for transacting business....Were you here, I would willingly confer with you as to the plan of our conduct; whether we should eve in our usual way, or, to avoid singularity, both take a better supper and throw off the toga. --Seneca
I hope everyone is casting aside their togas and indulging in the pleasures of the season, whatever those might be.
Here's a poem from Catullus, oddly appropriate for my own Calvus, who knows why:
Calvus, if I didn't love you more than my own eyes,
I'd hate you for this morning's gift.
What have I done, what have I said? --
Gods! a horrible and a deadly volume!
Sent so faithfully, friend, to thy Catullus,
Just to kill him.
And on this very day, the festive
Saturnalia, best of all the season.Labels: Calvus, Catullus, Saturnalia, work |
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Joyeux Noel. ;)