dedalus Posted September 12, 2013 Share Posted September 12, 2013 Dear Gaius Metellus, I hope you enjoy this feast and all its concomitant celebrations, arranged by the well-known, the infamous Fidius Balbo, at a cost which raised both my brows, but only for a moment, naturally. I am told your grand-niece Philomena, a pure young priestess, a vestal, in fact, has pronounced some sort of anathema against a few interests I hold rather close and I am wounded, very much distraught at a hint of any thought of dissension between us, fellow legionnaires under Sulla, now cousins by marriage. Another ortolan? I have asked the slave to bring us special wine, the kind I reserve for old friends. Caesar is poised to cross the Rubicon and will presumably lose this desperate gamble, although his nerve, his luck, is phenomenal. I shall support him. You will follow Pompey. I suggest we look out for one another, old friend, and you have a quiet word with Philomena. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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