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1026 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 391
I will not dwell, because it has been related so often, on the fact that Constantius was never seen in public wiping his face or nose or spitting or turning his head on either side and that he never in his life tasted fruit.
My narrative of Julian, which is not a tissue of clever falsehoods but an absolutely truthful account based on clear evidence, will not fall far short of a panegyric, because it seems that the life of this young man was guided by some principle which raised him above the ordinary and and accompanied him from his illustrious cradle to his last breath.
Besides this there were continual rainbows, a phenomenon of which I will give a brief explanation . . .
And since this learned prince, whose curiosity embraced all forms of knowledge, has been charged by his enemies with practicing black arts to divine the future, we must briefly consider how a wise man may acquire this by no means unimportant branch of learning. The spirit which directs the eternal bodies that constitute the elements . . .
Thus those kings, once inordinately swollen with pride, who had been in the habit of enriching themselves by plundering our people, bowed their necks to the Roman yoke, and obeyed the imperial commands without a murmur.
The truest glory is won when a man in power totally subdues his cruel and savage and angry impulses and erects in the citadel of his soul a splendid memorial of his victory over himself.
There is in fact no way of correcting wrongdoing in those who think that the height of virtue consists in the execution of their will.
Wrinkled monsters of enormous height, a sight more dreadful than any other form of horror, as I have often declared . . .
These and countless other events of this kind are brought to pass from time to time by the operation of Adrastia, who punishes evil and rewards good deeds and whom we also call Nemesis. She is the sublime manifestation of a powerful divinity dwelling, men believe, above the orbit of the moon . . .
A soldier named Jovian and two horses which he was bringing back from watering in the river were struck dead by a thunderbolt. The interpreters of such things were sent for and questioned; they declared with confidence that this of the type known as 'advisory,' the name they give to an omen which neither prohibits or prescribes a particular course . . . the philosophers, on the other hand, maintained that there was no particular significance, it was merely a violent blast of wind pushed down from the upper air by some force. If it portended anything, it was an increase of honor for the emperor at the outset of his glorious enterprise, since it is common knowledge that fire naturally flies upward if there is nothing to check it.
In this context I feel impelled to add a brief account of the eunuch Eutherius. It may sound incredible, because if even Numa Pompilius or Socrates were to speak well of a eunuch and back their statements with an oath they would be accused of departing from the truth. But roses grow in the midst of thorns . . .
One thing, however, it would be wrong to pass over or suppress. Valentinian had two savage man-eating she-bears called Gold-dust and Innocence, to which he was so devoted that he had their cages placed near his bedroom, and appointed reliable keepers to see that nothing was allowed to impair the destructive fury of the brutes. In the end, after seeing many people buried whom Innocence had torn to pieces, he rewarded her services by returning her safe to the wild, in the hope that she would produce cubs like herself.
The plain and simple religion of the Christians was bedeviled by Constantius with old wives' fancies. [i.e., Trinitarian/Christological theology, lol] Instead of trying to settle matters he raised complicated issues which led to much dissension, and as this spread more widely he fed it with verbal argument. Public transport hurried throngs of bishops hither and thither to attend what they call synods, and by his attempts to impose comformity Constantius only succeeded in hamstringing the post service.
It is not without the most sincere regret, that I must now take leave of an accurate and faithful guide, who has composed the history of his own times, without indulging the prejudices and passions, which usually affect the mind of a contemporary. Ammianus Marcellinus, who terminates his useful work with the defeat and death of Valens, recommends the more glorious subject of the ensuing reign to the youthful vigor and eloquence of the rising generation.Reading Ammianus, it is not difficult to see the signs of decline: the cynicism of politicians, false charges, torture and executions for trivial offenses (or no offenses at all). I think it is worth reading this book if only to compare 4th century Rome with 21st century America.