Sean gave me an old copy of Virgil’s Georgics. I love it. The inscription reads “17 Banbury Rd, Oxford” – which is right down the street from where I live. I’ve researched the previous owner, who made these annotations in 1916. I’m looking forward to writing to his son (or grandson?) and asking if he’d like to have the book.
I absolutely love the handwritten translations:
|“What must be guarded against…the black tempest…heights of heaven descend…swamp with great deluge the joyous crops…the sea boils with seething froths…wields thunderbolts with its flashing right hand.”|
|I love this little suture at the bottom middle. A little adhesive to keep the binding intact. So wonderful. “nec commode Baccho” – ‘not advantageous to Bacchus.’ And below, a map. The map is itself the treasure. “…a Tuscan tide is let in (through the Lucrine) into Aventine lake – mines of copper in its veins.”|