O Charidas, what of the under world? Great darkness. And what of the resurrection? A lie. And Pluto? A fable; we perish utterly.
Nothing unattested do I sing. - Callimachus
Nothing unattested do I sing.
- Callimachus
Big book, a big bore. - Callimachus
Big book, a big bore.
Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought me Tears, and I remembered how often together We ran the sun down with talk . . . somewhere You'v… - Callimachus
Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought me Tears, and I remembered how often together We ran the sun down with talk . . . somewhere You'v…
O Charidas, what of the under world? Great darkness. And what of the resurrection? A lie. And Pluto? A fable; we perish utterly. - Callimachus
A big book is a big misfortune. - Callimachus
A big book is a big misfortune.
More lightly do his sorrows press upon a man, when to a friend or fellow traveller he tells his griefs. - Callimachus
More lightly do his sorrows press upon a man, when to a friend or fellow traveller he tells his griefs.
You're walking by the tomb of Battiades, Who knew well how to write poetry, and enjoy Laughter at the right moment, over the wine. - Callimachus
You're walking by the tomb of Battiades, Who knew well how to write poetry, and enjoy Laughter at the right moment, over the wine.
A great book is like great evil. - Callimachus
A great book is like great evil.
To little men, gods send little things. - Callimachus
To little men, gods send little things.
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