Inspired by the "internet" woman who is reading a book every single day, I continue against all odds to skim a book flap every single day. Today's flap is from Theresa's edition of the poems of Catullus, translated by Peter Green. Some of the poems, posits the flap, were secretly dedicated to "a femme fatale ten years his senior and the smart adulterous wife of an arrogant aristocrat, who Cicero later claimed she poisoned." Oh, brother! This poetry racket is hot stuff!
