I've happened to drop in opun midday entertainment of the arena in hopes of some
milder diversion, a spice of comedy, a touch of the relief in which men's eyes
may find rest after a glut of human blood. No, no: far from it. All the precious
fighting was mere softness of heart. Away with such bagatelles: Now for butchery
pure and simple! The combatants bare nothing to protect them: their bodies are
utterly open to every blow : never a thrust but finds its mark. Most people prefer
this kind of thing to all other matches, whether part of the program or special
request. Naturally so. The sword is not checked by helmet or shield. What good
is armor? All these things only put off death a little. In the morning men are
matched by loins and bears, in the after noon's by the crowds. These pit butcher
actual against butcher prospectively and reserve the winner for another bloody
fight. Death is the fighter only exist. "But this that, or the other fellow
was committed high way, robbery!" Well? " And murder!" As a murder
then he desserves what his getting: what's your crime, unlikely creature, that
you should watch it? "kill! Flog! Burn! Why does he jib at stell? Why boogle
at killing? Why die so squeamishly? The lash force them on to the sword. "
Let them have at each other in nude-get in at the baer chest.. There's an interval
in the display . " Cut a few throats meanwhile to keep things going!"
Come now, cant you people see even this much-that bad examples recoil on those
who se them?