Elogio della follia
- Lingua:
- inglese
- Stato:
- Opera completa
- Autorialità:
- Scritta dall'autore
- Stato del testo:
- Nessun rumore di scansione rilevato (misura automatica su tutto il testo, non verificata a mano)
- Estensione:
- ~45.700 parole · 217 passi
Cita quest'opera
- APAErasmo da Rotterdam. (n.d.). In Praise of Folly [Elogio della follia]. Digital reproduction: SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/it/works/erasmus/in-praise-of-folly
- MLAErasmo da Rotterdam. In Praise of Folly [Elogio della follia]. Digital reproduction, SigPhi, https://sigphiai.com/it/works/erasmus/in-praise-of-folly.
- ChicagoErasmo da Rotterdam. In Praise of Folly [Elogio della follia]. Digital reproduction, SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/it/works/erasmus/in-praise-of-folly.
Riferimento all’edizione riprodotta. SigPhi è la riproduzione digitale. Anno, editore e traduttore compaiono quando noti; «n.d.» indica un anno sconosciuto.
Di che cosa tratta
L'elogio della follia (1511): la Follia sale sul pulpito e pronuncia l'elogio di sé stessa.
Contesto e storia
Erasmo lo scrisse in una settimana mentre era ospite in casa di Tommaso Moro, e il titolo ci gioca sopra: Moriae Encomium vuol dire insieme «elogio della follia» ed «elogio di Moro». Comincia come uno scherzo fra dotti e finisce come la critica più tagliente che la Chiesa del tempo abbia ricevuto. Il catalogo ha due traduzioni inglesi di quest'unica opera; l'altra è «The Praise of Folly». Una traduzione inglese. Il latino di Erasmo, che è quello che va citato, nel catalogo c'è soltanto nell'antologia delle epistole.
Contesto editoriale, non una fonte citabile: a differenza dei passi dell'opera, questi dati non si possono verificare sul corpus.
words, they will furnish up a long scroll of old obsolete terms out of some musty author, and foist them in, to amuse the reader with, that those who understand them may be tickled with the happiness of being acquainted with them: and those who understand them not, the less they know the more they may admire; whereas it has been always a custom to those of our side to contemn and undervalue whatever is strange and unusual, while those that are better conceited of themselves will nod and smile, and prick up their ears, that they may be thought easily to apprehend that, of which perhaps they do not understand one word. And so much for this; pardon the digression, now I return. Of my name I have informed you, Sirs; what additional epithet to give you I know not; except you will be content with that of most foolish; for under what more proper appellation can the goddess Folly greet her devotees? But since there are few acquainted with my family and original, I will now give you some account of my extraction: First then, my father was neither the chaos, nor hell, nor Saturn, nor Jupiter, nor any of those old, worn out, grandsire gods, but Plutus, the very same that, maugre Homer, Hesiod, nay, in spite of Jove himself, was the primary father born amongst these delights, I did not, like other infants, come crying into the world, but perked up, and laughed immediately in my mother's face. And there is no reason I should envy Jove for having a she-goat to his nurse, since I was more creditably suckled by two jolly nymphs; the name of the first drunkenness, one of Bacchus's offspring, the other ignorance, the daughter of Pan; both which you may here behold among several others of my train and attendants, whose particular names, if you would fain know, I will give you in short This, who goes with a mincing gait, and holds up her head so high, is Self-Love. She that looks so spruce, and makes such a noise and bustle, is Flattery.…