Saturday, November 19, 2011

Listening to LibriVox recordings of Evelina and Cecilia. Set in the late 18c. it makes me wonder how the sums referred to map to the present time. Measuring Worth suggests that a 1000 pounds at the time would, depending on the measure, have a value from 80K to 800K pounds now. Probably, given the context, more like 80K, but to consider that someone might lose that gambling in one night. Ugh. Clearly, if you want to revenge yourself on the rich, you should find a means of inciting them to gamble. It is a luxury to have stories read to one. Some of the readers are difficult to listen to, but some are delightful, so overall the mix is good: the contrast merely adds interest. Well, alright, some are actually unintelligible, mostly for their ill pacing. Accents I can deal with, but to stagger through the words with no sense makes it difficult to understand.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Pliny the Younger

I've a new toy, a 'nook' e-book reader. It allows me to read lots of books I might not otherwise get around to, as the commitment is the time it takes to download the book from Project Gutenberg and get it on my reader.

So, I read "The letters of Pliny the Younger." A roman statesman and general pal of Trajan.

He writes describing his villas, an eruption of Vesuvius, the demise of his famous uncle and advising and sometimes admonishing his friends. Also some more formal stuff with Trajan asking about how to deal with this or that problem.

The postal service was clearly quite developed, and fairly fast. I'm intrigued. How did it work? Who could use it? Could one just post a letter, or did one have to pay? No mention of stamps, 'franking' or any other detail was apparent.

The tidbits of life at the time fascinate me. Pliny describes several villas he owns in a 'walk through' form that suggests the use of the various spaces; the description of the death of his uncle makes the elder Pliny sound quite remarkable -- he was so curious about a volcanic eruption that he couldn't resist going as close as he might and consequently died of inhaling toxic gases emitted by the volcano. Favorite bits also include a leter to Calvisius, deploring the Circensian games.
They have no novelty, no variety to recommend them, nothing, in short, one would wish to see twice. It does the more surprise me therefore that so many thousand people should be possessed with the childish passion of desiring so often to see a parcel of horses gallop, and men standing upright in their chariots. If, indeed, it were the swiftness of the horses, or the skill of the ment that attracted them, there might be some pretense of reason for it. But it is the dress they like: it is the dress that takes their fancy. And if, in the midst of the course and contest, the different parties were to change colours, their different partisans would change sides,...
Not having much taste for team sports myself I find a peculiar satisfaction in an indictment of them so ancient.