According to the ancient Roman poet Horace, even Homer sleeps. What he means is that we should forgive poets and artists for the odd mistake or inconsistency; after all, they are only human. And I think, in some way, he also meant it quite literally. He urges his readers to practice and work hard in order to become better writers, but how good can you be if you are deprived of your rest and good health?
For that reason, I am closing the books and going to bed. Thanks Horace.
