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Something has had a violent disagreement with my stomach and has kept me up for hours. Rather than keep reading twitter and playing Sudoku I thought a post might be in order. And what better way than through the apparent magic of verse to bring comfort?
This is a short one (I’m posting from my phone), but if I recall correctly from my supine position, racked with discomfort, I based the line to follow on Aeneid 4. 653, which runs thus:
Vixi et quem dederat cursum Fortuna peregit
Dido is ready to go.
But it’s not as bleak as that. A request was made on the latinteach list for a way to say something along the lines of ‘I am in the twilight of a mediocre career.’
So from Vergil, I offered the following:
Vixi et nunc modicum cursum (vae!) paene peregi
What do you think?