I generally deprecate “hot takes”—some media pundit’s instant response, still oozing and runny, to the news story of the moment.  Despite this feeling, I do have one brief thought about yesterday’s election of Donald Trump as the 47th President of the United States.  Well, maybe two brief thoughts.

The first is this: the Republican Party won, in part, because it has embraced its new identity: populist, authoritarian, and radical. The Democratic Party lost, in part, because it has failed to come to terms with its new identity and duties as the conservative party; that is, the party of an elite, urban, educated governing class.  It’s not news that the character and constituencies of the parties have flipped, so that the people who used to be Democrats–the working and lower middle classes–are now Republicans, and the people who used to be Republicans–the managerial and professional classes–are now Democrats.  What hasn’t made the news, or at least the news that I read (NY Times, Wall Street Journal, Philadelphia Inquirer), is how the Democrats disable themselves by clinging to their memories and myths and insisting that they are somehow progressive, transgressive, and transforming.  They aren’t, and their offering up of a lack-luster, conventional candidate confirms that failure.  What is more conventional than for a party to choose the vice-president of a sitting president, even when that president is unpopular?  Ask Hubert Humphrey how that worked out.

My second thought is that it will be all right. The Constitution’s guard rails may bend during the next four years, but I have confidence that they won’t break. I voted for Kamala Harris, not because I found her impressive as a potential president, but because for me, Trump’s ethical and moral depravity disqualifies him from high office, or even low office.  During the next four years, I intend to take to heart David French’s emphasized advice in this morning’s Times: “Defend the vulnerable, speak the truth.”

~Lee T. Pearcy
November 6, 2024

 

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Our local public library up here in the Poconos runs a book sale every August, and this year I picked up a copy of Gibbon’s The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire: A Modern Abridgement by Moses Hadas. Since I’ve never managed to get beyond the fourth century in my attempts to read Gibbon’s multi-volume history, which extends beyond the fall of Constantinople in 1453, I thought I’d give my old teacher’s abridgement a shot. On p.35 I found this: “The obvious definition of a monarchy seems to be that of a state, in which a single person, by whatsoever name he may be distinguished, is entrusted with the execution of the laws, the management of the revenue, and the command of the army.” Hmm, I thought—that could be a description of an American president. “But unless public liberty is protected by intrepid and vigilant guardians,” Gibbon continues, “the authority of so formidable a magistrate will soon degenerate into despotism.” That too set me to thinking

Here, though, I want to talk not about the Roman Empire, but about its predecessor, the Roman Republic, which began, according to Roman legend, in 509 BC and ended half a millennium later, sometime in the middle of the first century BC. But when did the Republic end?  Was there a day, or month, or year with Republic on one side and no-longer-Republic on the other?  Probably not. History doesn’t work that way, and decisive events—the sack of Constantinople, Luther nailing his theses to the door of a church, the Twin Towers collapsing—are punctuations in the long paragraph of time, not fundamental changes in it. If one had to pick a moment to put a period after the Roman Republic, though, it might be November 27, 43 BC, when a tribune named Publius Titius moved a Lex Titia, which was approved by the Plebeian Assembly and became law.

The Lex Titia established a “commission of three for the restoration of the Republic,” triumviri rei publicae constituendae. The three commissioners were Mark Antony, Lepidus, and Octavian, who later became the emperor Augustus. This so-called “second triumvirate” had the power to appoint magistrates and provincial governors, declare war, and levy taxes or confiscate property. With these powers, and by eliminating the right of appeal from a magistrate’s decisions, the law explicitly put the three above the laws and procedures that put checks and balances on the elected officials of the Republic. By November 28, the Republic was no more.

I mention these long-past Roman matters because we may have just glided over a similar moment in the history of our republic: the Supreme Court’s decision, in a decision handed down on the last day of its 2023–2024 term, that the President has “at least presumptive,” and perhaps absolute, immunity for his (or her) official acts. In the New York Review of Books for August 15, Sean Wilentz makes a good case that this decision is “The ‘Dred Scott’ of Our Time.” I suggest that by putting a president above the law, it may be our Lex Titia. Our republic is taking a long time to collapse, and I hope it pulls back from the brink to endure as long as the Roman Republic, but if it doesn’t, July 1, 2024, when the Supreme Court handed down its decision, will be a good choice for its final punctuation mark.

~Lee T. Pearcy
August 16, 2024

 

 

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I don’t go into Bryn Mawr’s Canaday Library as often as I used to, before the building of the wonderful Carpenter Library for archaeology, art history, and classics, but last week I found myself in Canaday’s main lobby to pick up a book from Interlibrary Loan. The lobby was busy. Students sat at long tables cluttered with books, scissors, glue, ribbons, and other craft supplies, and heaps of other books waited on carts. A librarian I know called me over to look and explained. The students were learning to fold books into hedgehogs, flowers, hearts, and other decorative shapes.

 

 

The books, my librarian friend assured me, had all been deaccessioned and were available online.

Here, I thought, is one of those moments when one can see the old order of knowledge giving way to the new. The books on the carts appeared to be mostly back issues of periodicals, which are indeed available online and therefore surplus to requirements at a modern academic library. To the undergraduate students especially, academic books—the physical, bound volumes—are beginning to be alien objects. In 2019, when last I taught a course at Bryn Mawr, I assigned a few books and had the bookstore stock them. Most of the students preferred to read them online, and the bound volumes languished in the bookstore. I had imagined a lost world, where “reading” for a course meant underlining, writing in margins (always in pencil, as one of my teachers advised me, so that you can eradicate stupidities when you’re older), taking notes in a notebook, and for much of my reading thumbing a dictionary and commentary beside the text that I was reading.

 

 

As I walked down Canaday’s front stairs, I thought of mummy cartonnage. In Egypt’s Ptolemaic and Roman periods, old papyrus documents, surplus to whatever the requirements of the day happened to be, were often torn into strips and converted to a kind of gesso-covered papier-mâché used to make mummy casings. When these cartonnages are dismantled, sometimes an important text, or parts of one, can be read—thus we know, for example, about Sappho’s poem on old age, and some new bits of Simonides. Classicists have to envision time in centuries and millennia, not the three or four decades that it’s taken to push into oblivion those books on the carts, waiting to be turned into hedgehogs. Will someone, someday a millennium or so from now, sit patiently unfolding a hedgehog hoping to recover what remains of volume 27 of Rheinisches Museum für Philologie?

~Lee T. Pearcy
March 29, 2024

 

 

This fall I’ll be offering some informal workshops at Bryn Mawr on Latin verse composition—the translation of English into Latin verse.  In view of all that has been written about the impact of artificial intelligence on academic work, I thought I’d better take another look at ChatGPT and see if it was any good at producing Latin elegiac couplets.

The short answer is, it’s not very good at all; or at least, I haven’t been able to get it to produce a line that scans, and it doesn’t seem to have much understanding of prosody or meter. I won’t bore you with the details, gentle reader, but I’ll be glad to hear from anyone who can produce a better result than I have.

At first thought, this seems puzzling. Making Latin verses, after all, seems like a mechanical process—so mechanical, in fact, that in the 1830s an English inventor, John Clark, produced a machine to do just that. (John’s cousin Cyrus founded Clark’s Shoes, which still owns the device.) If gears and wires and cogs can produce a Latin hexameter, and play “God Save the Queen” at the same time, why can’t ChatGPT?

There may be several reasons. The simplest possibility is that I’m asking the wrong questions, and that I haven’t yet hit on the combination of prompts, definitions, and rules that would lead ChatGPT to scan a verse correctly and produce metrical lines in Latin. Another possibility is that ChatGPT doesn’t (yet) have enough metadata about Latin words. It doesn’t, for example, know which syllables are long by nature. To ChatGPT, that is, venit = “he came,” with its long first syllable, and venit = “he comes,” with its short e, are indistinguishable, at least as far as their metrical shape is concerned. But the possibility that interests me most has to do with the nature of poetry and a possible limit of large language models like ChatGPT.

In poetry, words have heft. They are not mere signifiers pointing to something in the world, in the way that “cat” points to the animal curled up by the fireplace. They have a material presence, a shape and weight—even an agency–that come from the essential nature of language as sound in the air and give poetry its special powers. In Latin verse, that materiality manifests itself in the shape of words—dactyls, spondees, trochees, iambs, and the like—and in their positioning into feet and lines. In Vergil and Ovid and Horace, words don’t simply mean different things. They are different things.

For a large language model like ChatGPT, though, words are nothing except abstract symbols to be manipulated according to a set of probabilities. A word points to nothing except the word that is most likely to follow it in a particular context. There is no connection between between word and world, between signifier and signified, not even so arbitrary and tenuous a link as that between “cat” and the furry animal by the fire. Asking ChatGPT to recognize some other quality in words—their shape or scansion—and to produce Latin verse by arranging them into patterns amounts to asking it to treat words as objects and to do things with them. My attempt, at least, was no more successful that if I’d asked ChatGPT to fix my dishwasher.

When I contemplate the grim future laid out in some projections of the effect of artificial intelligence, it is no small consolation to know that words are not all there is, and that making things work in the world—fixing dishwashers, writing Latin verses, painting a picture—is still a human thing.

~Lee T. Pearcy
September 10, 2023

If anyone had asked me about the phrase “summer reading,” I would have guessed that it’s fairly recent, perhaps coming into use with the rise of industrialized schools and the long summer break, and that it’s become steadily more frequent over the last 50 years. Google’s Ngram Viewer puts the lie to both conjectures:

 

There’s a blip in the 1820s (why?), another peak in the 1870s, and an up-and-down but declining roller-coaster thereafter. In the absence of more data, speculation about causes is futile, but for whatever reason, people seem to be thinking less, or at least writing less, about summer reading.

Still, among those of us whose life has been lived on the academic rather than the civil calendar, late May invites attention to a particular kind of reading: not strictly professional (I have those books on tap too), but in some combination entertaining, instructive, and mind-stretching. Here’s my list for summer 2023:

 

 

  • Sophy Roberts, The Lost Pianos of Siberia

This came off the stack first—Roberts, who began her working life as an assistant to Jessica Mitford, writes a combination travelogue and memoir about tracking down pianos in the most Godforsaken parts of Russia. So far, so good—I’m about two-thirds of the way in, on the Kamchatka peninsula.

  • Scott Samuelson, Rome as a Guide to the Good Life

Combines two of my enthusiasms: Rome and philosophy.

  • John Guillory, Professing Criticism

At one point earlier this year, this got a lot of press in journals favored by academic literati—I thought I should investigate.

  • Maggie O’Farrell, The Marriage Portrait

Another combination of enthusiasms, this time art history and historical novels.

  • The new Library of America volume of Charles Portis’ works

Despite being a fellow-Arkansan, I’d never read True Grit or anything else by Portis.

  • Eudora Welty, Delta Wedding

Continuing the Southern theme. Although she’s from Mississippi, not Arkansas, Welty writes about the South I know.

And finally, one book not in the picture because the good people at Harvard University Press haven’t sent it yet:  Statius, Thebaid. Despite a life reading and teaching Latin, I’d never looked at the Thebaid until earlier this year, when Bryn Mawr asked me to fill in for a professor who couldn’t serve on a dissertation committee. I had about a month to read the dissertation and as much of the Thebaid as I could, and I was hooked.

 

~Lee T. Pearcy
Memorial Day 2023

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