Agreeable eye.

an eudæmonistarchives

16.04.02 – Tuesday

A funny color has settled on the trees, a noxious youthful green promising both the plenitude of fall and the mishaps of summer. Idle much of the morning. And the rest of the day, too.

O mind of man that does not know the end
or future fates, nor how to keep the measure
when we are fat with pride at things that prosper!

Aeneid X.501-2
(as translated by A. Mandelbaum)1

  1. Cf. Dryden’s version: ‘O mortals, blind in fate, who never know | To bear high fortune, or endure the low!’


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