Goodnight, Caecilius. Goodnight, Metella. Farewell, faithful Cerberus the dog. What a fate. Buried under the ash and rock at Pompeii. ‘Eheu,’ as they say in the Cambridge Latin Course. ‘Oh dear, oh no.’
But what’s this? A boat leaving the Bay of Naples… A young man on board… Coughing black dust, but… alive.
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