I am now deep in Aristophanes and Lucian.
Of Aristophanes I think as I always thought; but Lucian has agreeably surprised me.

At school I read some of his Dialogues of the Dead when I was thirteen; and, to my shame, I never, to the best of my belief, read a line of him since.

I am charmed with him.

His style seems to me to be superior to that of any extant writer who lived later than the age of Demosthenes and Theophrastus.

He has a most peculiar and delicious vein of humour.