We must once again make it “too embarrassing to confess publicly” that you don’t know Greek.

for all the atrocities of modern world against my kind, social season is just a remedy.

Scythian, yet horseless

Ernst Jünger’s extensive beetle collection

Boccaccio is said to have translated the lliad to Latin just so that his friend, Petrarch, who failed to learn Greek, could read it. unabashedly the greatest male lesbian moment in history.

maybe you translate Ray Peat?

16yo me watching Brokeback Mountain: These damn libtards trying to make everyone gay

Now: Two Sensitive Young Men try to avoid being swallowed by the tedium of the longhouse, find true love and competition in each other

My favourite Jünger moment is from his September 1974 journal entries; summering in turkey where he's reading Andersch's 'Winterspelt', a turkish physician approached him and asked what his profession was, to which he replied in English 'beetle-catcher'.

„die Liebe als furchtbare Qual”

Few know this, but Kipling's 'The Man Who Would be King' was a prophecy about von Ungern-Sternberg. He had to tone it down because no one would have taken the real story seriously.

And yes, Jünger writes about this!

He had a similar expertise in telling what language one spoke by the way they coughed.

an old Venetian baron was telling me about the lost art of identifying a compatriot; apparently, the trick is in the pitch of their sneezing; the more pronounced and higher it is, the more ancient they are. (hence all the obsession with snuff & tobacco!)

reading Iliad in French has been harder than memorizing it in Greek.

A man's penmanship and the instruments he cherish it with, whisper many things about his soul.

e.g. Jünger's pencils were in charcoal grey & prussian blue; for his fountain pens he preferred black, purple or green ink. This is the colour palette of a Goethean 'collector'.

falling ill to Italian & living in its habitat has unveiled to me the bloom of all cultural movements is inherently the spring of one nation’s blazing. what might come upon thereafter, would yet be another swing of “il fascio littorio”.

a staunch non-smoker like me? maybe we start.

Today this beautiful Graeco-Persian cylinder seal (4th century BC) was sold for €24,000.

Each of the 6 sides depicts a character from the Judgement of Paris - who has to choose the fairest goddess.

1. Paris
2. Hera w. sceptre
3. Athena w. owl
4. Aphrodite, the winner, w. apple

I once had a nightmare where every Roman emperor responded to my salute with a “how do you do?”, yet when I got to the republican consuls, D'Annunzio borrowed my presence to tell me about his new paramour; what does this mean?

*post-modern Medici*