Steven Carter engages his kindred spirit from a couple millennia past once again in this, the third volume dedicated to that happy meeting of minds. Once again you will find ribald wit, psychology without the psychologist, and fine fellow-feeling in an eclectic style you will not find elsewhere. Who knows how many books Carter has penned? But this is one of his finest.
“A profound, never-ending text that involves the personal experience of whomever reads it.”
— Franca Gerli, University of Naples
Regrets? Are you kidding?
My inner Aurelian is paved with them!
I’m the charioteer clattering under the Arch,
Skipped by paving stones
Like the smooth green pebbles
I once skipped halfway across Lake Garda.
Oh— the Aurelian? It’s the future not the past!
Of course there will be regrets, soon to be stones
Smoothed by smoother lies Quintus will tell of me
When they pour fake myrrh on my cenotaph.
Size: 5" x 7.5"
Binding: perfect softbound