We have a good arrangement. Roman lies to me and I pretend to believe him.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
If overconfidence can cause the Roman Empire to fall, I ought to be able to get a ground ball.
That is the Roman way: to give favors to the favorites.
I lull them into a false sense of security by watching me pitch... If overconfidence can cause the Roman Empire to fall, I ought to be able to get a ground ball.
That which I have set out in Latin is not my words but the words of God and of apostles and prophets, who of course have never lied. He who believes shall be saved, but he who does not believe shall be damned. God has spoken.
When thou art at Rome, do as they do at Rome.
I just love Rome. It really does cast a spell on you.
Rome holds my psyche in balance. Whenever I'm there, it's like a holiday.
From the early Seventies to the mid-Eighties, I approached Rome at a snail's pace. Having concluded that God existed, I could not seriously entertain the thought of not trying to be in contact with Him.
If I'm in Rome for only 48 hours, I would consider it a sin against God to not eat cacio e pepe, the most uniquely Roman of pastas, in some crummy little joint where Romans eat. I'd much rather do that than go to the Vatican. That's Rome to me.
We were all Romans once, I guess.