None but dry-eyed, calculating, angular little gentlemen can take much delight in the studies of the University.
Hard to believe. We are told something obvious, something reassuring, something foundational by Servius at the outset of the Aeneid:
totius autem Italiae curiosissimum fuisse Vergilium multifariam apparet.
(ad Aen. 1.44)
Virgil cared the most to know all Italy—it's obvious in many a way.
Any Roman rhetoric graduate knew that the surefire way to subvert all arguments is to argue that they prevaricate: clearly, since texts are systemically interpretable, there is always a gap between the ‘multifarious’ moves they make and their ‘totality’, there is always a point passed by which could, so arguably should, have been featured; copiousness is always interested distraction. Thus, as a display of love supreme for all Italy, the Aeneid revels in wholesale incuria, acknowledging the guilt of pretention in massive, genocidal, proportions.