Quidquid hoc est
Quare habe tibi quidquid hoc libelli
qualecumque . . .Wherefore have for yourself
Catullus
whatever this is of a little book
and of whatever sort . . .
Sī aliō mē nōn invenias,
hīc erō.If you should not find me elsewhere
hh
I will be here.
ἄνδρα μοι ἔννεπε, μοῦσα, πολύτροπον . . .
Tell me, muse, of the man (ἄνδρα) of many turns (πολύτροπον)
Od.
The knowledge of reality is always in some measure
Yeats, Autobiographies, p. 482
a secret knowledge. It is a kind of death.
Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Yeats, “The Coming of Wisdom With Time”
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
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