the longest liver and he who will die soonest lose just the same.

The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways—I to die, and you to live. Which is better God only knows.

This death was also an appropriate end for one who had lived the life of a rich man and who had become Rome’s most perceptive analyst of consumerism and the psychology of luxury. It may be remembered that Seneca in old age complained of feeling constantly cold and enjoyed warm baths. The bath in which he died was an instrument of pain and loss; but