The names of Seneca, of the elder and the younger Pliny, of Tacitus, of Plutarch, of Galen, of the slave Epictetus, and of the emperor Marcus Antoninus, adorn the age in which they flourished, and exalt the dignity of human nature. They filled with glory their respective stations, either in active or contemplative life; their excellent understandings were improved by study; Philosophy had purified their minds from the prejudices of the popular superstition; and their days were spent in the pursuit of truth and the practice of virtue. Yet all these sages (it is no less an object of surprise than of concern) overlooked or rejected the perfection of the Christian system. Their language or their silence equally discover their contempt for the growing sect, which in their time had diffused itself over the Roman empire. Those among them who condescended to mention the Christians, consider them only as obstinate and perverse enthusiasts, who exacted an implicit submission to their mysterious doctrines, without being able to produce a single argument that could engage the attention of men of sense and learning.

Edward Gibbon, The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire

The conundrum of American presidential politics in 2016 is that the candidacy of Hilary Clinton renders the possible election of Donald Trump, however distasteful, marginally palatable, and the candidacy of Donald Trump renders the possible election of Hilary Clinton, however distasteful, marginally palatable.  God looks out for drunks, little children and the United States of America.

"This attempt at betterment had extended beyond paintings and piano recitals and museum artifacts, he had been grimly working his way through the world's classics.  Fiction had never been Jackson's thing.  Facts seemed challenging enough without making stuff up.  What he discovered was that the great novels of the world were about three things -- death, money and sex.  Occasionally a whale."

Kate Atkinson, Started Early, Took My Dog