Date: March 18th, 2018 8:37 PM Author: irradiated aquamarine corner
1. With the fatherland wrested away at the last moment from the murderous maw of that scoundrel Catiline, who, breath stinking with wine and face twisted with sin as he plotted against the Republic in the darkness, dared to threaten the gods and goddeses seated on lofty Palatine with fire, dared to draw from his sullied toga his dagger seeped in slaughter and pointed at your throats, conscript fathers, you declared me "father of the fatherland." Be that as it may, I now pass over those matters, for an even greater menace bears standards against the Roman People--would that they make themselves known yet they are known by all!