“Certainly none of the guests would notice. The reality of the banquet, a not very well cooked reality, to tell the truth, and not abundant or varied, the reality of the present with its secret rivalries that flower on the lips of the various guests in false smiles and poisonous compliments, with badly concealed jealousies that pull here and there in subdued backbiting, with the unsatisfied ambitions and fatuous illusions and aspirations that find no way to reveal themselves, this reality held a...ll those restless souls captive by the effort that the pretense and defense cost each one. Like snails that, unable or unwilling to withdraw into their shells, wrap themselves in their slime and from that unproductive iridescent foam stretch out their prudent tentacles, they fried the others in their gossip, maliciously raising hints of cuckoldry from time to time. Who among all these people could think about the ruins of the Palatine and imagine the souls of the ancient Romans gazing with satisfaction upon that modern symposium?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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