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In a society such as the Republic, where envy and malice always followed fast on greatness, supremacy was a perilous status. Only if it inspired fear without undue resentment could it hope to endure.
A lot of emotions
greatness keads to envy and malice
but fear could check this
fear causes resentment
but one can create fear without resentment
For the citizens of a republic such as Rome, loneliness was a bewildering, almost incomprehensible state. Only outlaws—or kings—could truly know it. This was why Pompey, no matter how violently he offended his peers, still wooed them. He had been loved too long, too ardently, not to crave and need love still.
To the cheering of pygmies who had never in their lives rallied an ambushed legion, or planted an eagle beyond the icy northern seas, or defeated in one battle two colossal hordes of barbarians, he would be forced into exile, to spend the rest of his life in the company of men such as Verres, his expectations withering to nothing in the sunshine of Marseille.
“By now,” wrote Petronius of the Republic’s last generation, “the conquering Roman had the whole world in his hand, the sea, the land, the course of the stars. But still he wanted more.”
Human nature.
Hindus believe we act this way because we remember our infinite nagure and seek to satisfy our infinite bliss.
We have forgotten we already possess it!
Better to die than live a slave: this was the lesson that a Roman drew in with his breath. One could submit to the dictator, and be grateful to him, even admire him—but one could never repress the resulting sense of shame. “To the free men who accepted Caesar’s perks, his very power to dole them out was an affront.”