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I cited a passage from Thomas More's Utopia: (Quote)

And we also briefly discussed a passing reference to the 6th epistle of the first book of Horace: (Quote)

And also the poem I wrote in response to that passage from Horace: ______________________________________________ Firewood While walking in the woods, I am at pains To pause at each cold circle of burnt stone. A totemic blending of the profane And sacred: a human altar where none So human live—where memory and time Are sacrificed in their concentric rings, The ageless for the transitory. Each Ring is a dolmen, or a stele of lime, And tells of the past in a varied speech. It gives me pause, this …