ANOTHER WEDNESDAY
"And that one which is death to hide does not lie with you useless..."
Did I ever tell you I was taught by Ernst Honigman at Glasgow in the
sixties?
Briefly, tangentially, he was on his way up and out to a chair at Newcastle.
Later, he shafted me over a grad application to Newcastle which turned on
Donne's Spanish authors and he zapped me as I didn't read Spanish.
... which was more than mildly lunatic as Donne was reading his Spanish
Authors in Latin, which i knew but Ernst apparently didn't.
Like an old lag who complains because he was fitted-up for the one burglary
he *didn't* do, that annoyed the hell out of me.
Ernst was a real tight-assed bastard, but he said one thing that always
stuck in my mind, vis a oddly enough vis the sonnet you reference --
"A disagreement over the punctuation of a Milton sonnet is quite enough to
justify terminating a friendship."
I was maybe eighteen at the time, and it struck me as more than somewhat
mad. Little did I know ...
I do so wish you'd get off Milton-L. Jeezus that list has to be the pits,
American noyau hierarchy. If you want a scholarly one, try Ficino, the
haunt of recidivist Neolatinists. There simply aren't enough Neolatinists
in the universe to create a hierarchy. Or if you can stand the heat,
SHAKSPER -- deeply take-no-hostages.
Ho hum my watch tells me it's 7.20, but whether at night or in the morning
... Whatever, it's black outside.
Robin Hamilton
Loughborough
19.35
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