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Nero was not worried when he heard

the prophecy of the Delphic Oracle.

"Let him fear the seventy three years."

He still had ample time to enjoy himself.

He is thirty. More than sufficient

is the term the god allots him

to prepare for future perils.

Now he will return to Rome slightly tired,

Half past twelve. Time has gone by quickly

since nine o'clock when I lit the lamp

and sat down here. I've been sitting without reading,

without speaking. Completely alone in the house,

whom could I talk to?

Since nine o'clock when I lit the lamp

the shade of my young body

has come to haunt me, to remind me