Which is Plutarch's Lives. For the first time that durned spin machine picked the longest book on my list. I'm both looking forward to it, but also dreading it.
My beat-up edition is the Modern Library Giant, translated by Dryden and revised by Arthur Hugh Clough. I've dipped into it before, and have even read a little bit of Plutarch in Greek, (see those Plutarch Loebs in the background) though not very much. But this one's 1300 pages. One of my professors once said, quoting, I think, one of his professors, "You're not a real classicist until you've read all of Plutarch." I believe he meant, read it in Greek, but at this point I'll settle for what I can get...
Just Got A Clough (or Arthur Hugh Who?)
Arthur Hugh Clough, Selected Poems, Fyfield Books.
The book arrived Fedex today;
I read the preface straight away.
I had to know just what to do
to say the name of Arthur Clough.
It didn't say--I still don't know--
how I should say Arthur Clough.
The editors at Fyfield Press
have left me in an awful mess:
enough to make me want to cough
worrying about Arthur Clough!
I know it shouldn't get to me--
so what if it's a mystery?
I'll just keep calm--no need to curse--
I will just simply read the verse:
"Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat
when 'tis so lucrative to cheat..."--
That's from The Latest Decalogue
by you know who--Arthur Clough!
Wikipedia tells me that the proper rhyme is...oh, enough!
How does your spin look? Did you get something fun?