We do that now osso but informally. Or more formerly where the dating and dance cards are kept up.
I've read Herodotus. If you're not squeamish it's quite amusing. His descriptions, being very taut as in your quote, and his generally louche
style provides a good lesson for a budding writer. But there is a translator to praise as well.
This thread should be grateful for you having brought this great writing team to its attention so grabbingly. What with their being so much drivel getting so fashionable these days.
It's a bit like having the most interesting bloke you ever met rambling on about anything he fancied night after night in the pub. For a bloke I mean. I've no idea how a lady might take it.
One might hope she isn't reading Herodotus in order to have read Herodotus. If I saw any evidence of that I would set her straight right away.
I had read Proust before reading Herodotus so I suppose the latter must have been a bit fast and furious to me.
I spent the days of a fine summer's middle three months reading À la recherche du temps perdu
(In Search of Lost Time; earlier translated as Remembrance of Things Past). On a swing sun-lounger with a floral motif half stoned. Leaning back closing my eyes whenever I lost track in one of his sentences. A heatwave on. 82 is a heatwave here. Brewery workers go on double shifts.