Marcus Tullius Cicero,
Letters to Atticus — 2.13 (XXXIX)
“ When you come to "Laestrygonia of the distant gates" [1] —I mean Formiae—what loud murmurs! what angry souls! what unpopularity for our friend Magnus! His surname is getting as much out of fashion as the "Dives" of Crassus. Believe me, I have met no one here to take the present state of things as quietly as I do. Wherefore, credit me, let us stick to philosophy. I am ready to take my oath that there is nothing to beat it. If you have a despatch to send to the Sicyonians, [2] make haste to Formiae, whence I think of going on the 6th of May. ”
