It was this solemn act of deification, this prop to the authority of both Nero and Agrippina, that Seneca mocked in Apocolocyntosis. Abandoning the reserved, high-minded tone of the moral treatises, he here writes in such an uncharacteristically funny, irreverent voice that, were it not for a chance comment by Cassius Dio, no one would ever think the work was his.
