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wickedness of modern times. But in closing his eyes to modern wickedness hasn't he sometimes closed his eyes to ancient wickedness as well?"
"Well?" asked Livy, narrowing his eyes. "Oh, yes," Pollio grinned, "that's just what the old man of Cadiz said. But like the old man of Cadiz you feel a little disillusioned now, eh? Lars Porsena and Scasvola and Brutus and company stick in your throat?" "It's not disillusion, sir. I see now, though I hadn't considered the
"Well," I fumbled. "Perhaps there isn't so much difference really between their wickedness and ours. It may be just a matter of scope and opportunity."
Pollio said: "In fact, boy, the Paduan hasn't made you see his sulphur fleeces as snow-white?"
I was very uncomfortable. "I have got more pleasure from reading Livy than from any other author," I repeated.
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