“Happiness is a warm puppy.”—Charles Schultz
I’ve been reading some old writers this week (Ovid, Tacitus). The Latin “algeo” means “to feel cold.” It comes from Greek άλγέω and άλγος (algeo/algos) which mean “to feel pain” and “to feel cold.”
In these cultures pain and cold were synonymous. They used the same expression we use today about “being left out in the cold” to mean that someone is neglected, unwanted, or discarded.
Poverty might be described as “algentes togae”—torn clothes—with the implication that anyone who wore them would feel the cold, both literally and figuratively.
Feeling cold, feeling pain, enduring poverty, knowing neglect, and being discarded; they’re all facets of the same sad stone.
There has been no great talent without an element of madness.
The instrument has been modified.
Plato wrote the last days of Socrates, and describes within that document how Socrates comes to accept his death is 399 B.C. The text was written the years following his death but wasn’t officially published by Penguin Classics until 1954.