And, really, the direct translation doesn't do justice; Horace's Odes were full of colloquialisms. The flavor of it comes closest in this, the translation by Simon Fraser, 11th Lord Lovat:
Sweetened and tarted up I go to Dad's grave: dead from the flying inoculation that scarred the belly of populist yoghurt, I am too frightened to wipe it away.
If nothing else, a liberal education makes up for the thinking it displaces with colorful quotes like that one. Always brings a tear, doesn't it?
Hi, sis. Not dead, just veryveryverybusy -- as always, I suppose.
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Date: 2007-11-14 04:28 am (UTC)Sweetened and tarted up I go to Dad's grave:
dead from the flying inoculation that scarred
the belly of populist yoghurt,
I am too frightened to wipe it away.
If nothing else, a liberal education makes up for the thinking it displaces with colorful quotes like that one. Always brings a tear, doesn't it?
Hi, sis. Not dead, just veryveryverybusy -- as always, I suppose.
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Date: 2007-11-14 04:32 am (UTC)You're the sort what causes unrest.
(Don't you have a novel to write?)
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Date: 2007-11-14 04:05 pm (UTC)