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67At last in utter self-disgust he all but admitted the extremity of his wretchedness in a letter beginning as follows: “If I know what to write to you, Fathers of the Senate, or how to write it, or what to leave unwritten at present, may all gods and goddesses visit me with more utter destruction than I feel that I am daily suffering.”
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