Moira’s Reviews > Juvenal and Persius > Status Update

Aww that's sad, it just dies out like Die Kunst der Fuge.

'nam genus hoc vivo iam decrescebat Homero'

....okay, I really don't think the Egyptians worshiped leeks and onions. Could be entirely wrong.

Using the last of our cool weather to finish up (it is 75 out there WTFF) before diving into Soulless.

Ah, so Decime won't be down at the bar watching the World Cup, then.

satire ELEVEN. Dearly hope there is no buggery with a mullet or stringy little pricks staying limp and sickly all night long in this one.

'MENS SANE' &c ('little sacred sausages' hoo boy not making that joke) (older Loeb has 'presaging sausages,' even better)

oh hey, suddenly we're BACK IN THE SIXTH SATIRE

'buggery with a mallet' OUCH

'And though the powers of his mind be strong as ever, yet must he carry forth his sons to burial; he must behold the funeral pyres of his beloved wife and his brothers, and urns filled with the ashes of his sisters. Such are the penalties of the long liver: he sees calamity after calamity befall his house, he lives in a world of sorrow, he grows old amid continual lamentation and in the garb of woe'