Book 5, Letter 3 - Against Catiline

 

Dear Cicero,

I selected this speech, your second against Catiline, because it shows you in action, tearing strips off your opponent who could speak no word against you. In a way, it shows you at your lowest. It shows you sinking to exaggerations and mean insults, gloating over your fleeing enemy.

Modern minds are critical of your claims, and so too, must I be.

Was Catiline really as evil as you make him out to be, or were you willing to sacrifice the truth in order to paint your own actions in a glorious light? You certainly went out of your way for ever after to praise yourself for your conduct during this time, and my suspicions are raised by your continuous reference to your own glory, as if you feared you might be forgotten among the annual shuffle of Consuls. You had to make people believe in you, for your power resided in their faith in your ability as a speaker, and as a righteous man of virtue.

I wonder, Cicero, if you weren't covering something up?

I also selected this part of this speech for the example of bold homophobia expressed in your long list of insults. I am reminded that studying history should make one uncomfortable. It is however, a fascinating example of the usefulness of your writing in helping us understanding Roman culture, as well as history.

With gratitude, respect, and a little suspicion,

Morgan.

 

 

Book 5, Letter 2 - Tacitus: Agricola

 

Dear Cicero,

I have selected this speech (taken from Tacitus' book, Agricola), which is a political cry for rebellion against an oppressive Rome, with no intention to pass comment on current politics.

I do not wish to use the ancient world to leverage authority over the modern.

I am a student,

"A man cannot learn what he thinks he already knows."

Epictetus.

I am here to learn, and to share my love of learning.

The world around me is in a seeming state of unsolvable conflict, each side of the polygon claiming that the others are lying, each political faction expending vast energy on discrediting their opponents, while I, wrapped up warmly in my robe, sit in bed on a cold Saturday morning, reading your books, Cicero, and taking comfort in your wisdom.

Day by day, my knowledge grows smaller, as the vast mountains of literature pile up on my bedside table. The more I learn, the less certain I am about anything.

Thank you Cicero,

with Gratitude and Respect.

Morgan.