“The ides of March?” says Spence. “What’s that all about? I remember in ninth grade I wrote Beware the ideas of March and didn’t do so well on the test.”
“Ides was just the way the Romans said fifteen when it came to months, although it was sometimes thirteen,” Admin says.
“The Romans weren’t great when it came to numbers,” Admin says. “No zero, for example. But in this case – well, let’s look it up. Julius Caesar – not a bad writer, by the way – is on the street in a procession and someone calls out to him.”
Caesar: Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
Cry “Caesar!” Speak, Caesar is turn’d to hear.
Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.
Caesar: What man is that?
Brutus: A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
“Hey,” says Spence. “Cool that Brutus gets that line.”
Admin nods. “Dealing with Shakespeare here.”
Shakespeare. The name comes up a lot, but he and I have never crossed paths. A perp? If so, I’ll be ready.
Welcome Bear, Masquerade, resting dudes.
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