On a Clear Day You Can See Forever

“So, Anyway, Eve, What Was It the Serpent Said to You?”

The Light Fades on Hadrian

The worthless ancient collection of Imperial biographies known as the Historia Augusta contains the following poem said to have been composed by the Emperor Hadrian as his last moments approached: Animula, vagula, blandula Hospes comesque corporis Quae nunc abibis in loca Pallidula, rigida, nudula, Nec, ut soles, dabis iocos. This is generally misconstrued, with “quae” [...]

Recherche du Temps Perdu

At least that’s how it feels when you get older…

Post Equitem Sedet Atra Mors

For the Latinatively challenged, that means “behind the rich guy sits black death.” You know, when you’re young, you don’t think about death, because for the most part young people don’t die these days unless they do something stupid, and the whole point of being young is doing stupid things without considering the consequences, so [...]