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30 X 2002 - 23:45 - brevis59	new
This is aimed at you again -- you should know who you are. As a character in a sci-fi short I read once (I'll dig it up) said, 'I don't point my best knee at just anybody.' This is not actually what I had in mind for the update -- that's taking more time, but I figured that this one at least is fitting for how I'm feeling, and it's in your favorite language. The last three metrical groups of Horace's Ode 1 from Book 4 follow: Me nec femina nec puer iam nec spes animi credula mutui nec certare iuvat mero nec vincire novis tempora floribus. Sed cur heu, Ligurine, cur manat rara meas lacrima per genas? Cur facunda parum decoro inter verba cadit lingua silentio? Nocturnis ego somniis iam captum teneo, iam volucrem sequor te per gramina Martii campi, te per aquas, dure, volubilis. Now neither woman nor boy nor the credulous hope of a reciprocal feeling nor to contend in wine nor to place fresh flowers on my brow -- nothing pleases me. But why, alas, Ligurinus, why does the unaccustomed tear flow across my cheeks? Why does my eloquent tongue fall to little-becoming silence between its words? In night-dreams now I hold you captive -- now I follow you (so swift) across the grass of the plain of Mars, I follow you, harsh one, even into the rolling waters [sc. 'of the Tiber'].	old
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