It's difficult to "rate" stories like this. Holding historical ephemera like this to standards of quality is just odd, but I'll try my best.

The first thing of note is the sheer density of imagery. In the Pharsalia the actors are barely sketching out their own lives to stand as the hosts of phenomena. It creates a world that I want to describe as dreamlike, if it wasn't for the length and reasonablity from moment to moment. Instead I have to compare it to memory, and the way one might attach narrative meaning to one to make it feel worthwhile after the fact.

While I picked this translation for the prose, and I did enjoy it for such, the formatting could have been much better. Paragraphs would take up a page and a half each, and I think it could have been better served by breaking it up a bit. At the very least it would have been easier to follow along with.