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741 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 1946
Within there are Jews from Jerusalem who are tearing each other in pieces over their foolish ceremonies, and barbarians who drink and drink, and spill their wine on the pavement, and Greeks from Smyrna with painted eyes and painted cheeks, and frizzed hair curled in columns, and Egyptians silent and subtle, with long nails of jade and russet cloaks, and Romans brutal and coarse, with their uncouth jargon (397).
There be some who slay themselves, sire. They are the Stoics. The Stoics are people of no cultivation. They are ridiculous people (408).