Unreasoned Sadness

I suppose this is the converse of Jack London’s “summit of life”, or Vergil’s singula amore.

sed fugit interea fugit inreparabile tempus

singula dum capti circumvectamur amore

But it flees the while, time flees irreparable,

While we are borne about, a lone love’s captives.

Vergil, Georgics (can’t remember book or line number)


LAD: (getting out of the shower, sighs audibly) AHH…

DAD: What’s the matter, lad?


LAD: I just…miss our family in Georgia.

DAD: …

LAD: (squatting on the bathroom mat, naked, looking distantly at the floor)…I found out the cause of that unreasoned sadness.



Yup, that’s my seven-year-old.

Thanks, dear reader, should you ever find me, for being the gadfly of my discipline.


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Philologist, historian, and lover of great books, I started this blog to keep myself alert to the beauty of what I see amid the demands of my work.
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