Sunday, 5 June 2011

Che hora c'è?


A short but entertaining post here about very old books sent me looking for mine, which I keep in a cardboard box in my study hoping that generous applications of Oblivion will somehow improve them. I'm really waiting for the day when, unprompted, some specialist bookbinder and gold tooler will restore them to their original pristine state when they came out in:

1735: Poems by Eminent Ladies, particularly, Mrs Leapor, Mrs Pilkington, Lady Winchelsea

We allow'd you Beauty, and we did fubmit
To all the Tyrannies of it.
Ah! Cruel Sex! will you depofe us too in Wit?
COWLEY
1759: Plutarch's Lives Vols. 2, 3, 4, 6

1763: The English Expositor, being, A Complete Dictionary

1774: Homeri Ilias Vols 1 and 2

1815: The Satires of Juvenal, translated by James Sinclair, Esq.

1816: Tales of my Landlord, collected and arranged by Jedediah Cleishbotham, Schoolmaster and Parish-Clerk of Gandercleugh [actually Sir Walter Scott]

1818: Carmina Q. Horatii Flacci

This last is the Odes of Horace. I did Books 1 and 2 of the Odes as a set book for A level Latin. I wish the examiners had chosen something else, because at 18 I really wasn't old enough to appreciate the mature wisdom, wit and quiet sophistication of these short poems.

Horace apparently was in the excellent habit of putting any writing away for seven years, probably in a cardboard box in his study. At the end of seven years he would retrieve it, and either destroy it, glad that he didn't have to suffer the shame of anyone else looking at it, or rework and polish it, by which time it might be of a standard for publication.

You may be interested to know that I wrote this post in June, 2004. I wouldn't expect any comments until 2018.

12 comments:

Vicus Scurra said...

I will be out at 20:18 so am posting this at 12:10.

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Christopher said...

Thank you, Vicus. As you can see, 1310 saw its arrival here. This in no way detracted from its agreeably Early Medieval character.

Dave said...

According to the box, BMCC play all their matches in 2006 (hence the lack of up-to-date players).

Z said...

I use that excuse when I can't find papers, too.

Rog said...

I like the sound of old Jedediah CleishBotham. I'll have to look out for him

Christopher said...

Dave: I don't know what box you're referring to. It's a toss up between Johanna Southcott's and Vicus'.

Z: I don't know what excuse you're thinking of. It's a toss up between the Oblivion gambit and the Horatian 7-year rule.

Rog: I don't know what this seller is thinking of. 'J. Cleishbotham' was a pseudonym of Sir Walter Scott, who for a long time wrote under aliases or anonymously. There are 4 series of Tales of my Landlord. Mine (Series 1, 1816) includes The Black Dwarf and Old Mortality. Series 2, 1818, on sale as you indicate, contains only The Heart of Midlothian i.e. Edinburgh, one of whose football teams named themselves after Scott's novel. The seller could have asked much, much more, even tho' Scott is out of fashion just now.

moreidlethoughts said...

The Tax Man requireth us to maintain all records pertaining thereto for seven years, pending possible audit.
Clearly, the Tax Man hath not a shrewish wyf who does her bun at all the clutter...

Christopher said...

MIT: 'Does her bun'? H'm. In Scotland once I had a member of ftaff who used occafionally - in her own words - to 'go her dinger'. I don't know if this is common Scots parlance: I expect Rofie would know.

letouttoplay said...

Ah the fibilant f. Fuch fun.
(Grateful for the opportunity to spend 14 years investigating the books above mentioned before attempting to comment - even if I seem to have wasted the first seven already).

Sarah said...

I had a look in my book cupboard and the the first book I saw was 'Lolita' but as I have never read it, I can't make an informed comment. Hmmm

Christopher said...

Mig: Pleafe excufe me for a moment - there is fomeone afking for a recipe for ftrawberry tart

Sah: Hmmm.