He looks as if he knew a great deal that can never be any use to him
Signs of Incipient Geekdom #1381: A friend signs an e-mail "SC" and your first thought is, "Who signs an e-mail 'scilicet'?"
I suppose it should follow without saying that I spent this afternoon researching Roman laws on citizenship and resident aliens for no project of my own, except that someone asked me a question to which I did not know the answer and I was curious. The process turned out to involve rather more Cicero than I had bargained for. Why does no one ever ask me questions that involve rather more Anakreon, or Lucan, or even Lykophron?
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
And kept on drinking.
I suppose it should follow without saying that I spent this afternoon researching Roman laws on citizenship and resident aliens for no project of my own, except that someone asked me a question to which I did not know the answer and I was curious. The process turned out to involve rather more Cicero than I had bargained for. Why does no one ever ask me questions that involve rather more Anakreon, or Lucan, or even Lykophron?
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
And kept on drinking.

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And kept on drinking.
I have to put that quote up on my fridge.
Oh, and thanks for the info on the quotes. Glad the one was H.D. since I have her collection sitting right on my end table, always. I'm sure I've read Eurydice from it; now I'll have to see where those lines came in.
Now, I want to check out the others. Thanks!
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Edwin Arlington Robinson's "Miniver Cheevy"—it's a brilliant poem. (And cropped up once in a Star Trek novel, where I was surprised to see it. A.C. Crispin's Time for Yesterday, I believe. Erm.)