Delusions of Talent
Martial, Epigrams 2.88 You recite nothing, Mamercus, and yet you wish To be considered a poet. Go on and be Whatever you want, so long as you recite nothing! Nil recitas et uis, Mamerce, poeta uideri: quidquid uis esto, dummodo nil recites.
Recitation, Max Scholz (1855-1906)









