I’m sick of being everyone’s regret. My mother died in shame because she’d borne me. My father and brother despise me and my sister can barely look me in the eye! (Acheron)

La vita è un lancio di monetina. A volte la monetina ruota verso di noi, ma più spesso si allontana, mostrandoci rapida le sue facce mentre dice: finisce qui, tesoro, è stato bello finché è durato, vero?

We are so accustomed to think of religion as a thing between individual men and God that we can hardly enter into the idea of a religion in which a whole nation in its national organisation appears as the religious unit.

All things atrocious and shameless flock from all parts to Rome.

Written By Tacitus

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