/lit/ - Literature

>"BARBARIANS could be here" he thought, "I've never been on this side of the limes germanicus before. There could be BARBARIANS anywhere." The cool wind felt good beneath his lorica. "I HATE BARBARIANS." Sweet dates by way of Thebes revegetated his empty cart, making it plod along even as the cheap posca circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of catamites after dark. "With a horse, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.