At the end of my first term's work, I attended the usual college board to give an account of myself. The spokesman coughed, and said a little stiffly… - Robert Graves

Then speaking from his double head The glorious fearful monster said "I am YES and I am NO, Black as pitch and white as snow, Love me, hate me, reconcile Hate with love, perfect with vile, So equal justice shall be done And life shared between moon and sun. Nature for you shall curse or smile: A poet you shall be, my son."

Hate is a fear, and fear is rot That cankers root and fruit alike, Fight cleanly then, hate not, fear not, Strike with no madness when you strike.

I have watched your career with fascination, Sejanus. It's been a revelation it's been to me! I've never fully realized before how a small mind, allied to unlimited ambition and without scruple, can destroy a country full of clever men. I've seen how fragile is the structure of a civilization before the onslaught of a gust of really bad breath! But I suppose you are not really the destroyer. No, we must look elsewhere for that. You are merely the putrefaction that spreads after death - the outward and visible signs of its presence! You're a lesson in history to me, Sejanus, proving that, above all, Mankind needs its sense of smell.