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A source-book of ancient history - The Search For Mecca

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<strong>The</strong> Unpleasantness <strong>of</strong> Rome 499<br />

in the narrow windings <strong>of</strong> the streets, and the abuse <strong>of</strong> the<br />

drovers <strong>of</strong><br />

the herds, when they are brought to a stand,<br />

would rob <strong>of</strong> sleep even Drusus and the sea-calves.<br />

If invited to a "function," the rich man will be carried<br />

through the yielding crowd, and will speed over their heads<br />

on his huge Liburnian bearers, and will read on his way,<br />

or write, or even sleep inside; for a litter with closed windows<br />

is productive <strong>of</strong> sleep. Yet he will arrive before us;<br />

we, in our hurry, are impeded by a wave in front, while<br />

the multitude which follows us presses on our sides in<br />

dense array; one strikes me with his elbow, another with<br />

a hard pole, one knocks a beam against my head, another<br />

a wine-jar. My legs are sticky with mud; before long I<br />

am trodden on upon all sides by large feet, and the hobnails<br />

<strong>of</strong> a soldier stick into my toe. . . .<br />

Observe now the different and distinct dangers <strong>of</strong> the<br />

night; what a height it is to the l<strong>of</strong>ty house-tops, from<br />

which a piece <strong>of</strong> pottery strikes your pate as <strong>of</strong>ten as<br />

cracked and broken utensils fall from the windows; with<br />

what a weight they dint and damage the flint pavement<br />

when they strike it. You may well be accounted remiss<br />

and improvident about a sudden accident, if you go out<br />

to supper without having made your will. . . .<br />

(<strong>The</strong> drunken and insolent fellow)<br />

despises me, whom<br />

the moon escorts home, or the dim light <strong>of</strong> a candle, whose<br />

wick I regulate and husband.<br />

Mark the preliminaries <strong>of</strong><br />

the wretched brawl, if brawl it be, where he strikes and I<br />

alone am beaten. He stands facing you, and orders you<br />

to stand; you must needs obey, for what are you to do<br />

when a madman forces you, and he too stronger than<br />

yourself? "Whence do you come?" he exclaims. "With<br />

whose vinegar, with whose beans are you gorged?<br />

cobbler cut leeks or sodden sheep's-head with you?<br />

What<br />

Do<br />

calves were<br />

famous<br />

sleepers.)<br />

<strong>The</strong> rich in<br />

litters; the<br />

poor on foot.<br />

<strong>The</strong> dangers<br />

<strong>of</strong> the<br />

night; falling<br />

pottery.<br />

Drunkards,<br />

burglars,<br />

and footpads.

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