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O res ridicula!
Nihil durare potest tempore perpetuo.
Cum bene Sol nituit, redditur Oceano.
Decrescit Phoebe, quam modo plena fuit,
Venerum feritas saepe fit aura levia.
Tempus amoris cubiculum non est…
nulla est fides,
perfida omnia sunt.
O vos brutos,
That is utterly ridiculous.
Nothing can endure throughout time everlastingly.
Once the sun has shone brightly, it sets in the Ocean.
The moon wanes, how full it was a short while ago,
Love’s tempest often becomes a gentle breeze.
The time for love is not in the bedroom…
Because the lamp has been taken away
there is no trust,
everything is treacherous.
O, you are dolts,
you are stupid,
you are so dull!
– Gaius Valerius Catullus, Carmina (ca. 55 BCE).
Listen to Carl Orff’s setting of texts from poems of Catullus’s Lesbia cycle in the “Praelusio” section of Carmina Catulli (1942):
More from Scott Horton:
Six Questions — October 18, 2014, 8:00 pm
Nathaniel Raymond on CIA interrogation techniques.
Mark Denbeaux on the NCIS cover-up of three “suicides” at Guantánamo Bay Detention Camp
Ratio of money spent by Britons on prostitution to that spent on hairdressing:
A German scientist was testing an anti-stupidity pill.
A Twitter spokesperson conceded that a “Frat House”–themed office party “was in poor taste at best.”
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“Shelby is waiting for something. He himself does not know what it is. When it comes he will either go back into the world from which he came, or sink out of sight in the morass of alcoholism or despair that has engulfed other vagrants.”