“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”

DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)





17 October 2012


Greek Column-Krater, c.510-500 BC, Athens, black-figure, Archaic, Ceramic, 14 x 15.75 x 13 inches, Museum Purchase with funds from the Volunteer Board Endowment Fund and the Curriculum, Support Budget allocated by the Provost, 1988.62, The Fralin Museum of Art - University of Virginia 

Three kraters do I mix for the temperate: one to health, which they empty first, the second to love and pleasure and the third to sleep.

When this bowl is drunk up, wise guests go home. 

The fourth bowl is ours no longer, it belongs to hubris, the fifth to uproar, the sixth to prancing about, the seventh to black eyes, the eighth brings the police, the ninth belongs to vomiting, and the tenth to insanity and the hurling of furniture.

Some Greek poet to Dionysius, from πke

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