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He was another person, despite his firm decision and anguished effort to continue to be the same man he had been before his mortal encounter with love.
The truth is that he was never the same again. Winning back Fermina Daza was the sole purpose of his life
In wondrous ways do the gods make sport with men.
[Lat., Miris modis Di ludos faciunt hominibus.]
Eripuit coelo fulmen sceptrumque tyrannis. He snatched the lightning from the sky and the sceptre from tyrants.
In omni adversitate fortunae, infelicissimum genus est infortunii fuisse felicem In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most unhappy kind of misfortune.
Give not reins to your inflamed passions; take time and a little delay; impetuosity manages all things badly.
[Lat., Ne frena animo permitte calenti;
Da spatium, tenuemque moram; male cuncta ministrat
Impetus.]
Festus just detected a large group of eagles behind us - long-range radar, still not in sight."
Piper leaned over the console. "Are you sure they're Roman?"
Leo rolled his eyes. "No, Pipes. It could be a random group of giant eagles flying in perfect formation. Of course they're Roman!
Froi didn't know where home was anymore. He wanted to return to Lumatere, and he wanted to stay in Charyn. What strangeness was that? To belong in two kingdoms. He felt a sob rise within him that he swallowed hard the moment he felt Lirah and Gargarin at his shoulders.
And may you live to see it,' said Fermin, as he signalled to the siren from Calle Escudillers to start displaying her wares.
I saw her caress the old man with infinite delicacy,
kissing the tears that fell down his cheeks.
Don't even think about it, Fido.
My lord," Froi heard Dorcas call out from the battlement above.
"Yes, Dorcas."
"You're going to have to cover his head. He'll catch a chill. Fekra made him a cap."
"Thank you, Dorcas.
Foever is composed of nows.
In aeternum felicitas vindactio. Defending happily ever after.
coltish-looking,
Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas. Lucky is he who has been able to understand the causes of things Virgil, Georgics, Book 2
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
Festina lente may well be his motto
The fashions of human affairs are brief and changeable, and fortune never remains long indulgent.
[Lat., Breves et mutabiles vices rerum sunt, et fortuna nunquam simpliciter indulget.]
But something's missing ( Aber etwas fehlt ).
What dire offence from am'rous causes springs,
What mighty contests rise from trivial things, ...
What in the name of Zeus's testicles?
Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.
(They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.)
A certain amount of tempest is always mingled with a battle. Quid obscurum, quid divinum. Each historian traces, to some extent, the particular feature which pleases him amid this pell-mell.
a creature of impulse.
Who gives to friends so much from Fate secures,
That is the only wealth for ever yours.
[Lat., Extra fortunam est, quidquid donatur amicis;
Quas dederis, selas semper habebis opes.]
Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes viros.
Fire is the test of gold; adversity, of strong men.
The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
There's scarce a case comes on but you shall find
A woman's at the bottom.
[Lat., Nulla fere causa est in qua non femina litem moverit.]
Foul fiend of France and hag of all despite,
Encompassed with thy lustful paramours,
Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age
And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom everything becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
What will this boaster produce worthy of this mouthing? The mountains are in labor; a ridiculous mouse will be born.
[Lat., Quid dignum tanto feret hic promissor hiatu?
Parturiunt montes; nascetur ridiculus mus.]
The idea of 'ferie,' or summer break, is a long tradition of which all Italians, including myself, participate. It's a time to relax, reflect and recharge.
Fortuna, that vicious slut.
Our advantages fly away without aid. Pluck the flower.
[Lat., Nostra sine auxilio fugiunt bona. Carpite florem.]
The abject pleasure of an abject mind
And hence so dear to poor weak woman kind.
[Lat., Vindicta
Nemo magis gaudet, quam femina.]
Crito we owe a rooster to Aesculapius
But assuredly Fortune rules in all things; she raised to eminence or buries in oblivion everything from caprice rather than from well-regulated principle.
[Lat., Sed profecto Fortuna in omni re dominatur; ea res cunctas ex lubidine magis, quam ex vero, celebrat, obscuratque.]
Fortune moulds and circumscribes human affairs as she pleases.
[Lat., Fortuna humana fingit artatque ut lubet.]
The love of pelf increases with the pelf.
[Lat., Crescit amor nummi quantum ipsa pecunia crescit.]
Let those who have deserved their punishment, bear it patiently.
[Lat., Aequo animo poenam, qui meruere, ferant.]
Forte is French ... for blanket fort.
DeFrees, a dealer in nineteenth-century watercolors who for all her stiff clothes and strong perfumes was a hugger and a cuddler, with the old-ladyish habit of liking
There is a mortal breed most full of futility. In contempt of what is at hand, they strain into the future, hunting impossibilities on the wings of ineffectual hopes.
And so, in the space of a few yards, the sacred springs of Gafsa, those laughing, chattering, amorous waters of the Romans that well up here in a river of warmth and purity, had been reduced to those of a Cloaca Maxima.
Florentino Ariza, on the other hand, had not stopped thinking of
her for a single moment since Fermina Daza had rejected him out of
hand after a long and troubled love affair fifty-one years, nine months,
and four days ago.
Our two chairs were drawn up to the fire; a stack of scholarly books beside his and the latest volume of The Casebook of Simon Feximal by mine. Our cat Saul curled on the couch; he opened one sleepy eye at our entrance, then closed it again. The
A noble pair of brothers.
[Lat., Par nobile fratum.]
We must cultivate our garden.
Furia to God one day in seven allots;
The other six to scandal she devotes.
Satan, by false devotion never flammed,
Bets six to one, that Furia will be damned.
JULIA: Oldest daughter of Julia and Agrippa. Owner of the smallest dwarf in Rome. Exiled in AD 8.
Oh, can these men love, my Clodius? Scarcely even with the senses. How rarely a Roman has a heart! He is but the mechanism of genius - he wants its bones and flesh.
Old longings nomadic leap, Chafing at custom's chain; Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain.
The lion's fierceness, Mild hart's swiftness, Italian fieriness, Northern steadiness.
Toy Empressario
Wonder Afficianado
Avid Shoewearer
When May, with cowslip-braided locks,
Walks through the land in green attire.
And burns in meadow-grass the phlox
His torch of purple fire:
And when the punctual May arrives,
With cowslip-garland on her brow,
We know what once she gave our lives,
And cannot give us now!
Froi fell in love. He didn't want to. Not with a Charyn city. But he did because people didn't stand around in Paladozza and stare suspiciously, They sat around and spoke to each other and laughed.
At the ches with me she (Fortune) gan to pleye; With her false draughts (pieces) dyvers/She staal on me, and took away my fers. And when I sawgh my fers awaye, Allas! I kouthe no lenger playe.
A mind conscious of right laughs at the falsehoods of rumour.
[Lat., Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit.]
Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am /
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.
She'll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets!
Power of a stallion, and the innocence of a foal...
Its not Wingardium Levio-sa its wingrardium levi-o-sa
Thou art moist and soft clay; thou must instantly be shaped by the glowing wheel.
[Lat., Udum et molle lutum es: nunc, nunc properandus et acri
Fingendus sine fine rota.]
Deos fortioribus adesse. The gods support those who are stronger.
The sight of a man hath the force of a Lyon.
O hope, most futile of futilities!
Thine iron summons comes again,
O inevadible Pain!
He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.
Fortune proclaimed
Speramus meliora; resurgret cineribus. We hope for better things; it will rise from the ashes,
Reason is the mistress and queen of all things.
[Lat., Domina omnium et regina ratio.]
Still, if I was really relying on luck, I might as well roll the dice. I stood up, trying to remember the name of the old Roman goddess of chance - Fortuna? It didn't matter. I was quite sure she only spoke Latin, and I didn't. I
Pulque - lightning nectar for the Gods.
Fee-fi-fo-fum -
Now I'm borrowed.
Now I'm numb.
They all shared a certain coolness, a cruel, mannered charm which was not modern in the least but had the strange cold breath of the ancient world : they were magnificent creatures, such eyes, such hands, such looks - sic oculos, sic ille manus, sic ora ferebat.
Seraphine, Seraphine, Seraphine. O most beloved of women, most fiery of saints, never leave me, please. I'll erect columns of white marble to you, build gardens of delights for you, cause ships to sail and warriors to rise for you, if you'll only remain by my side.
Perhaps we can conceive of the ironist as the fetishist's apprentice, reaching out for all readers, ensnaring them in a tangle of ambiguity, uncertainty and indecision from which there is no escape. Irony, quite possibly, makes fetishists of us all.
To pile Pelion upon Olympus.
[Lat., Pelion imposuisse Olympo.]
I threw out all those Latin words - the ones that end in 'ion' - the ones that never quite describe you ...
Jorinda and Jorindel
True zeal is an ignis lambeus, a soft and gentle flame, that will not scorch one's hand.
IOU one Roman praetor.
She will be returned safely.
Sit tight.
Otherwise you'll be killed.
XOX, the Hunters of Artemis.
I must confess I am a fop in my heart; ill customs influence my very senses, and I have been so used to affectation that without the help of the air of the court what is natural cannot touch me.
Come on out, Cock-a-Doodle! Come see the Colonel. I got eleven herbs and spices for your ass." Ferrik
Bollocks, I thought, or testiculi or possibly testiculos if we were using the accusative.
Your petal from the salty rose
Cletus's middle name wasn't "Evasive", but it should have been. Another
And one fine day the goddess of the wind kisses the foot of man, that mistreated, scorned foot, and from that kiss the soccer idol is born. He is born in a straw crib in a tin-roofed shack and he enters the world clinging to a ball.
LAST, n. A shoemaker's implement, named by a frowning Providence as opportunity to the maker of puns.
Wisdom is the conqueror of fortune.
[Lat., Victrix fortunae sapientia.]
Left behind as a memory for us.
[Lat., Nobis meminisse relictum.]
The Federal Department of Odds and Ends: sweepus underum carpetae.
Ink, thinks Jacob, you most fecund of liquids...
Hortense. We broke
Is demum miser est, cuius nobilitas miserias nobilitat. Unhappy is he whose fame makes his misfortunes famous. Lucius Accius, Telephus
THE SHOULDER OF ATHOS, THE BALDRIC OF PORTHOS AND THE HANDKERCHIEF OF ARAMIS
The more we deny ourselves, the more the gods supply our wants.
[Lat., Quanto quisque sibi plura negaverit,
A dis plura feret.]
Ria snorted. Leo's pride rarely leaves the plains. What are they
supposed to mate? The zebras?
Sassicaia from Tuscany,
Ad astra per alia porci (to the stars on the wings of a pig)
You know festus means happy in Latin right? You want us to go save the world on Happy the dragon?
-Jason to Leo in the lost hero
You think I'm a part of the Magicus Mundi?"
"You are telling me you're not? That being the new Lilith means nothing? That it's a human thing?"
"It's the quintessential human thing," Sylvie said. "The ability to say fuck you.
Furo Costas. The Rager. You, my friend, are an imbecile. You could have killed me twenty times, on the Tracks. I'm surprised you're not dead.
Ro shrugs, happily. It's nothing he hasn't heard before, and nothing he doesn't see as a compliment.