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Post by karl on Sept 5, 2020 0:38:24 GMT
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Post by joustos on Sept 7, 2020 19:51:31 GMT
In addition to medieval medical herbal books, there are some ancient Greek plates (as in Tempsa, S. Italy) with inscribed alphabetical letters and pictures of herbs. Years ago, I was able to find full words whose initials were painted on a Tempsa plate and concluded that the dish was used to contain or preserve pharmaceutical herbs. Later on, ceramic containers with lids (which look like German beer mugs) were used in apothecaries. They were inscribed with some Latin letters. // So much for now.
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Post by Eugene 2.0 on Oct 28, 2020 19:38:35 GMT
Complex narratives is really hard to understand. Boccaccio, Tristan and Isolde, and dolce still nuovo in general, Heptameron, all requires an aclimatation in the atmosphere of the autor. Shakespeare for me is hard, I understand very little. Less than Bocaccio. But Dostoievski and russian literature in general is very simple. I devoure the books with all of my soul. Balzac is incredible, Ibsen is a master that I really want to follow in my live. I understand more Shakespeare poetry than the narratives. All that is relationed with much names and lines of action embarass my mind. A think that I really want to correct. Poetry I strongly strive to master in reading. But the great complex narratives I really admite my miserable weakness. What about James Joyce or Marcel Proust? I see your soul has a king appetite. When you were saying about a wise person I guess you had to add about your love to higher literature, because this is a prime sign of wise. Personally I struggle to read higher literature, because I do not deserve it, and I do know I never the same as any of those writers. Why to see to the sky when having no wings? I adore Shakespeare, but however his poetry I'd like to throw away, and so the narrations – when reading it it's like I am re-living all those episodes. "King Lear" and "Macbeth" are too strong and to real – just believe me, I did participate some of those situations in real. The plot and the narrations of Shakespeare (and some others authors) is like Goya's or Brueghel impressive amd disturbing images: I can't avoid their fear.
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