Capitolo 48
you/he/she is rarely read by some of us. Our fathers did otherwise. The church square
of old England and of England New was in the middle one of the village, and
"you cut short" from a part of the village to another duct through his
enclosure. Perhaps it was this fact that tried our ancestors to put
before their histories of life more fully that we do what he/she knows that few, if
some, will come to read them. Or it is the world that gets more reserved and
sophisticated? It is us that we come to put a greater limitation on the
expression of our emotions? We hesitate more than our fathers did
do you speak of us? The ancient Romans were as our fathers them
good wish or it desires to tell us of them. Perhaps the differences in
their practical burial that was mentioned above it tried them to be
communicative, and sometimes also garrulous. They put their headstones in
a stain even more frequented that the church square. They put them to Them from the
side of the public road, only out of the urban walls where people were
coming or continually going. Along the Road of Graves, as one goes out of
Pompeii, or along the great Way of Appian that works from Rome to Capua,
Southern Italy and Brundisium, the I bring of departure for Greece and the
East, they is standing on both the sides of the roadway and they make their mute
appeals for our attention. We know them likes in the enclosure on old
Trinity in New York, in the earth of burial in I Bring New or in the
church squares through the water. They don't tell only Them us the date of birth
and death of the dead one, but they did them us to know enough of his/her life to
invest him with a certain individuality, and to give him a taste of his
just.
Of the 40,000 of them has come down to us, and almost 2,000 of the
registrations on them are metrical. This particular group is of special
interest to us, because the use of verse the engraver seems to try for going
over a naked affirmation of facts and filosofizzare some around the
present and the future. Those that lie still under some stones ask of it