Musings before I return to my regularly scheduled life...
Anyway, my friend showed me this article, which horrifies me because of the name of the brothel. I mean, why? Are these the same idiots who wrote The Empire?
On a completely different note, I was really annoyed that this poem isn't posted anywhere on the (google-searchable) internet in FULL. It has nothing to do with Classics, except that it may prove that John Quincy Adams had the emperor complex that we see so often in ancient history in wanting to deify (well, poetically deify, anyway) his father. And, as I've said before, the 18th and 19th centuries were so steeped in Classical education that they can't help but be at least a little Classically related!
Anyway, here's the poem, written about a year after his father's death on his birthday:
Day of my father’s birth, I hail thee yet.
What though his body moulders in the grave,
Yet shall not Death th’ immortal soul enslave;
The sun is not extinct—his orb has set.
And where on earth’s wide ball shall man be met,
While time shall run, but from thy spirit brave
Shall learn to grasp the boon his Maker gave,
And spurn the terror of a tyrant’s threat?
Who but shall learn that freedom is the prize
Man still is bound to rescue or maintain;
That nature’s God commands the slave to rise,
And on the oppressor’s head to break his chain.
Roll, years of promise, rapidly roll round,
Till not a slave shall on this earth be found.
- John Quincy Adams, 1827
I really like this poem, and it's a shame it only ever gets half-quoted to prove JQA's anti-slavery sentiments (or to support current politicians in ways that baffle my brain).