Wednesday, 29 July 2009
Ovid Tristia Ex Ponto [Ex Mr. Wells]
Go! but go unadorned, as becomes the book of an exile; in your misfortune bear the garb that befits these days of mine. You shall have no cover dyed with the juice of purple berries - no fit colour is that for mourning; your title shall not be tinged with vermillion nor your paper with oil of cedar; you shall wear no white bosses on your dark edges. Books of good omen should be decked with such things as these; 'tis my fate that you should bear in mind. Let no brittle pumice polish your two edges; I would have you appear with locks all rough and disordered. Be not ashamed of blots; he who sees them will feel that they were caused by my tears.