Miser Catulle
Miser Catulle, desinas ineptire,
Et quod vides perisse perditum ducas.
Fulsere quondam candidi tibi soles,
Cum ventitabas quo puella ducebat
Amata nobis quantum amabitur nulla.
Ibi illa multa tum iocosa fiebant,
Quae tu volebas nec puella nolebat.
Fulsere vere candidi tibi soles.
Nunc iam illa non volt: tu quoque inpotens noli,
Nec quae fugit sectare, nec miser uiue,
Sed obstinata mente perfer, obdura.
Vale, puella. Iam Catullus obdurat,
Nec te requiret nec rogabit inuitam.
At tu dolebis, cum rogaberis nulla.
Scelesta, uae te, quae tibi manet vita!
Quis nunc te adibit? Cui videberis bella?
Quem nunc amabis? Cuius esse diceris?
Quem basiabis? Cui labella mordebis?
At tu, Catulle, destinatus obdura.
[Carmina Valerii Catulli, VIII]
No, I haven’t fallen so low as our friend Caius Valerius (Both pages are quite short, someone should make some changes), but I still must remember not to lose time in trivial matters and do eventually my job.
As of today the French edition is called bloc-notes or better journal d’e toile, because of major causes.
I think you all agree that this (and also my blog) are becoming grotesque, even my valuable school has adopted such stupid names as Normal` Pôt (the accent is reversed), Normal` Carte, etc. to make us as intelligent as the normal american after a lobotomy (sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, I wanted say Psychosurgery, because it’s more politically correct).
