Cæsar: What sayst thou to me now? Speak once again.
Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.
Cæsar: He is a dreamer; let us leave him: pass.
(Julius Caesar I.ii.28-30)
Caesar cast off the warning, but we know his fate. Behold, the Ides of March has come. Take heed this day.
While we have a (to put it mildly) disinclination toward Friday 13th, I'm fascinated by the knowledge that for the Spanish Tuesday 13th is considered unlucky. I initially learned this on the television program "Hey, Dude!".
For Caesar, it was the fifteenth. As the soothsayer foretold, the ides did not treat him well at all. Such benevolence and such tragedy. Perhaps he should not have thrice refused the thrice offered crown, but then it would have seemed ambitious. Brutus was right on that point.
It's such a nice day outside.
1 comment:
Et tu, Brute? (Just felt like saying it.) :)
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