5/27/2023 0 Comments I claudius by robert graves![]() ![]() Neither rank nor blood can protect you from an inevitable and unnatural death. ![]() We have mothers killing daughters by walling them up in a room and listening to them starve to death, grandmothers gradually poisoning grandsons, and emperors getting their jaws hacked off by assassins. When I set down Robert Graves’s I, Claudius for the final time, I tried to figure out how many of the main and secondary characters had been taken out by poisoning, bludgeoning, or neglect. Nope, it’s about the murdering-the constant, constant murdering. ![]() It’s not the food, the constant wars, or the public toilets that bother me (derail: sat on one of those at a Roman archeological dig in Israel-I prefer to do my business when I don’t have a neighbor’s butt about five inches from mine). If, by some quirk in the time-space continuum, I was able to time travel, probably one of the last places I would want to end up would be ancient Rome. ![]()
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