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About The Ides of March

These days I am reading several books, for instance "The Ides of March", by Thorton Wilder, which is a lovely epistolary novel, and talks about some Roman characters, such as Julius Cesar.

"Divus Iulius", the men of all wemen, the woman of all men. A very clever politician, a master of war, and a great lover, understanding his role in every moment (passionate during his youth, as a Master or Teacher in his old days). He was a great conqueror, and perhaps more important, a great reformer; a men strong enough to change his own word and for that, able to make history.

Even Cesar's end was magnificent. During the Senate meeting on 15th March 44 b. C, a group of Senators attacked and stabbed him 23 times, leaving his corpse in the very ground of the Curia, for all to could see it. After his death, chaos. Between 44 and 27 b. C, two civil wars occurred, and finally, the Roman Republic fell, and the Roman Empire arose.

And after the murder of César? the battles of Phillippi and Actium, the love between Cleopatra and Marc Anthony, and the final triumph of Octavian, renamed Augustus after that, and founder of a new Era not just in Rome but in History.

And why in the Senate? Why at the very sunlight? Brutus, Cassius, Casca and the rest of Conjured could bribe one of the Cesar's slaves, in order to poison his meal, or cut his throat during his morning shave. Instead, the grabbed the knifes themselves, they approached to Cesar, and they, his very friends, those who were most beneficed for César, with the spare of their lives, with lots of appointments, those who were the very elite of Rome, the best sons of the best families, they murdered him. Or better said they Assassinated him, because that was not a common murder, but and Assassination, in order to save The Republic, and their world. But the fact was that the world they had known, were as death as the Dictator.

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