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528 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1964
„Exact așa se nasc monștrii. Mai întîi, tiranul joacă jocuri inofensive, stropește senatorii în baie..., face glume grosolane; și indiferent ce zice și face, toată lumea rîde și-l laudă, considerîndu-i spirituale cele mai stupide remarci... Cînd începe crima, împăratul nu mai este om, ci bestie, și noi am avut deja prea multe bestii pe tronul lumii”.
Și mai interesant este că, după moartea lui Iulian, generalii au vrut să-l numească împărat pe Secundus Salutius, care nu era creștin. Salutius n-a acceptat propunerea: „Ce să-ți mai spun? Întrunirea din noaptea aceea a fost furtunoasă. Victor și Arintheus voiau un împărat din Răsărit. Nevitta și Dagalaif voiau unul din Apus. Toți au căzut de acord asupra lui Salutius. Dar el a refuzat”.
“Then I was alarmed. In just this way are monsters born. First, the tyrant plays harmless games: splashes senators in the bath, serves wooden food to dinner guests, plays practical jokes; and no matter what he says and does, everyone laughs and flatters him, finds witty his most inane remarks. Then the small jokes begin to pall. One day he finds it amusing to rape another man’s wife, as the husband watches, or the husband as the wife looks on, or to torture them both, or to kill them. When the killing begins, the emperor is no longer a man but a beast, and we have had too many beasts already on the throne of the world.”While this is no more than an illustrative way of citing the cliche that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely, it was still fairly poignant.
"The Christians wish to replace our beautiful legends with the police record of a reforming Jewish rabbi. Out of this unlikely material they hope to make a final synthesis of all the religions ever known. They now appropriate our feast days. They transform local deities into saints. They borrow from our mystery rites, particularly those of Mithras…. I betray no secret of Mithras when I tell you that we, too, partake of a symbolic meal, recalling the words of the prophet Zarathustra, who said to those who worshipped the One God – and Mithras, ‘He who eats of my body and drinks of my blood, so that he will be made one with me and I with him, the same shall not know salvation.’ That was spoken six centuries before the Nazarene.”A little of this makes for fascinating historical context to Julian (the Apostate). A bit more of this threatens to become preachy. But unfortunately this book is so chock-full of Christian theological bashing, ridicule of 4th century Christian personal habits and corrupt practices, and self-acknowledged ad hominem attack (Christians are Galileans, churches are charnel houses, priests are greedy exploiters of their parishioners, etc.) that Vidal makes even an anti-religious sot like me start to feel sorry for them. I guess I'm more tolerant than I thought.