The best part which befits a rhetor are the eulogies, or more officially,
His Commemorations of the Professors of Bordeaux, which every academic in any subject should read.
Usually scratchy:
That bust of Rufinus? Him to the life! How come?
No tongue, no brain, blind, stiff, and utterly dumb...
To every aspect of him does the piece conform, or
almost. He was perhaps a little warmer.
But not always. My favorite:
Some said you'd lost it: others more
severe maintained you'd never even had it.
To hell with them, Jucundus. For
Your charm and kindness, I give you credit.
Your limitations you confessed.
You weren't the brightest but one of the best.