From “The Annals”

But neither human help, nor imperial munificence, nor all the modes of placating Heaven, could stifle scandal or dispel the belief that the fire had taken place by order. Therefore to scotch the rumor, Nero substituted as culprits, and punished with the utmost refinements of cruelty, a class of men loathed for their vices, whom the crowd styled Christians. Christus, the founder of the name, had undergone the death penalty in the reign of Tiberius, by sentence of the procurator Pontius Pilate, and the pernicious superstition was checked for a moment, only to break out once more, not merely in Judea, the home of the disease, but in the capital itself, where all things horrible or shameful in the world collect and find a vogue. First, then, the confessed members of the sect were arrested; next, on their disclosures, vast numbers were convicted, not so much on the count of arson, as for hatred of the human race.

— Tacitus

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Found Object

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Ipanemense 5

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Barbi 2

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Antithesis 1

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Off The Page 6

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Luna

Print made by Monogrammist IB
1528

British Museum

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Danae & Jupiter

Print made by Anonymous

1540-1580

British Museum

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Jupiter et Danaé

 Published by Bance jeune

Print made by J F Cazenave

Published in Paris
1790-1820

 British Museum

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Really?

I come home to find my apartment door open and my laptop missing. I’m livid until I discover that someone’s just put it back in its case and stuck it on the shelf.

I look in the bedroom and there’s Virginia, lying on my bed, holding a book. She’s broken in because she wanted something to read.

You’re unbelievable I say, sitting next to her. But I’m glad you’re here. I have something important to tell you. I wait a beat. Can you guess what it is?

That you like me. She smiles her crooked smile.

And that I want to be your friend until the end of recorded history.

That’s a long time. But I have something to tell you, too. She waits a beat herself. Remember when we were back in school and you were always taking my picture and writing about me?

Yes.

Well, the thing is I was actually so lonely that whole time.

Really? I ask, my heart breaking, thinking that I should have been a better friend to her.

No. She laughs. Kidding. You know how popular I was, my heart breaking again as I realize how little I know her, even after all this time.

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