we took to the woods

“I used to believe that a certain feeling for beauty would serve me in place of virtue, and would render me immune from solicitations of the coarsest kind. But I was mistaken. The lover of beauty ends by finding it everywhere about him, a vein of gold in the basest of ores.”

From The Memoirs of Hadrian, one of my favorite novels and a joy to reread here. I don’t see how this young Madeline Miller’s new effort could be better, but I want to check it out.