|G.C. Waldrep, Szent László Hotel |
60 pages; hand-stitched binding; printed in a numbered edition of 120 in Chicago and Houston in August 2010 / December 2011.
4 1/4 x 5 1/2 inches; $7 (shipping included)
Had my moderation in prosperity been equal to my noble birth and fortune, I should have entered this city as your friend rather than as your captive; and you would not have disdained to receive, under a treaty of peace, a king descended from illustrious ancestors and ruling many nations. My present lot is as glorious to you as it is degrading to myself. I had men and horses, arms and wealth. What wonder if I parted with them reluctantly? If you Romans choose to lord it over the world, does it follow that the world is to accept slavery? Were I to have been at once delivered up as a prisoner, neither my fall nor your triumph would have become famous. My punishment would be followed by oblivion, whereas, if you save my life, I shall be an everlasting memorial of your clemency. — Caractacus
Much like the weather last winter when we heard simultaneously things never heard before at the same time--shouts of "mussels," "shrimp," and "watercress"--so that someone who was attentive to a particular shout at one moment would think it was winter, then spring, and then midsummer, while anyone who heard them all would think that nature had become confused and that the world would not last until Easter. — Søren Kierkegaard
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