We Never Found Out His Name
Or Learned How He Fared - Whether He Lived Or Died, And If He Died
How Long He Lived Before He Died.
It is a puzzle which will always
lie unanswered at the back of my mind, and I know that in odd
moments it will return to torment me.
I will bet one thing,
though - nobody else tried to cut that mule out of her harness.
In the chill late afternoon of a Roman day the guides brought us
back to the city and took us down into the Roman Forum, which is
in a hollow instead of being up on a hill as most folks imagine
it to be until they go to Rome and see it; and we finished up the
day at the Golden House of Nero, hard by the vast ruins of the
Coliseum. We had already visited the Forum once; so this time we
did not stay long; just long enough for some ambitious pickpocket
to get a wallet out of my hip pocket while I was pushing forward
with a flock of other human sheep for a better look at the ruined
portico wherein Mark Antony stood when he delivered his justly
popular funeral oration over the body of the murdered Caesar. I
never did admire the character of Mark Antony with any degree of
extravagance, and since this experience I have felt actually
bitter toward him.
The guidebooks say that no visitor to Rome should miss seeing the
Golden House of Nero.
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