My dad is the editor of a preaching journal, The Living Pulpit, and thanks to nepotism, I mean, my dad’s knowledge of my specific talents, I’ve been doing the quotes section for him for about a year now. For each issue, I compile a list of quotes from a wide range of sources that relate to the issue’s theme. It’s an awesome gig, probably the closest I can ever get to getting paid for being oddly well-read. I’ve quoted C.S. Lewis, Jane Austen, and Horace (better known by Latin students as Little Quintus), mined lines from the Magna Carta and Hammurabi’s Code, looked up lines from the Grosse Pointe Blank soundtrack and Aristophanes’ Clouds.
The annoying side is that all of those obscure MLA citations — citing works in translation, citing song lyrics, citing an episode of a television show in a series — are becoming a lot less obscure.