if the choice were forced
upon me, I should prefer my rhythm to be harsh and
violent rather than nerveless and effeminate, as it is
in so many writers, more especially in our own day,
when it trips along in wanton measures that suggest
the accompaniment of castanets. Nor will any
rhythm ever be so admirable that it ought to be
continued with the same recurrence of feet.
Quintilian. With An English Translation. Harold Edgeworth Butler. Cambridge. Cambridge, Mass., Harvard University Press; London, William Heinemann, Ltd. 1922.
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