In my search for a code by which to live, 1 turned my back on philosophers, and looked to the poets. At last I found what I had been looking for. One of my first favourites was Quinitus Horatius Flaccus, and I remember my old Latin teacher claiming that no-one could consider himself cultured unless he was familiar with Horace's ode on the fountain at Bandusia. Absolute nonsense, of course, Russian would have been far more useful at that time or Japanese today. However, we still had to learn it, and I can remember chunks to this day, together with the first lines of one of his greatest hits “Integer vitae”, which offers the advice that the upright man has no need of artifice, Moorish javelins &c. I actually enjoyed the meter and very condensed style of Horace, and my enjoyment increased even more when years later I learned that he had been a bit of a lad. At school, we had access only to the expurgated version of his work. However, I had still not found what I needed and decided to look elsewhere, turning my eyes to the East.
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