It seems strange that we
should owe some of the finest poetry in the world to a
sister of the Clodius; less strange, perhaps, that
a story of which she was the heroine should end
unhappily.
should owe some of the finest poetry in the world to a
sister of the Clodius; less strange, perhaps, that
a story of which she was the heroine should end
unhappily.
Catullus - 1866b - Poetry - Slater
