You can throw nature out with a pitchfork, but it always comes back,
and breaking in unexpectedly is victorious over your perverse contempt.
natura expellas furca, tamen usque recurret
et mala perrumpet furtim fastidia uictrix.
Horace, Epistles I.x.24-25, as translated by Francis Slade, in his "On the ontological priority of ends and its relevance to the narrative arts," in Beauty, art, and the polis, ed. Alice Ramos (Washington, DC: American Maritain Association, 2000), 61 (58-69). Latin from here.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
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