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“I hate that cold bastard Octavian,” she said. “Killing Cicero for political advantage. It’s like burning down a library to make toast.
Anyway, I shall be chosen and walk off with somebody, and then they will fall asleep and dream they’ve had a pleasant afternoon with Septima, while I come back to the library.” “Do you need help with the dream?” I asked. “No thanks. There’s a perfectly good bit of Catullus.”

