
HAPPY NEW YEAR, PLEBS!
The common folk come, and scattered here and there over the green grass they drink, every lad reclining beside his lass … they grow warm with sun and wine, and they pray for as many years as they take cups, and they count the cups they drink.
— Ovid

SHOULD YOU EAT BABIES DURING SATURNALIA?
It is the month of December, and yet the city is at this very moment in a sweat. Licence is given to the general merrymaking. Everything resounds with mighty preparations, – as if the Saturnalia differed at all from the usual business day! So true it is that the difference is nil, that I regard as correct the remark of the man who said: “Once December was a month; now it is a year.”
— Seneca