2971 words today, bringing the total to 40,879. I settled my wounded protagonists in the healing hands of the priestess of Feronia down in Terracina/Anxur and managed to finish expelling Tarquinius Superbus and the monarchy from Rome. So a good day’s work.
I was looking for an ancient equivalent to the the last straw or the straw that broke the camel’s back (which seems to date only to the 1600’s CE) and found a lovely quote from Seneca:
It is not the last drop that empties the water-clock, but all that which previously has flowed out; similarly, the final hour when we cease to exist does not of itself bring death; it merely of itself completes the death-process. We reach death at that moment, but we have been a long time on the way.
Quemadmodum clepsydram non extremum stillicidium exhaurit, sed quicquid ante defluxit, sic ultima hora, qua esse desinimus, non sola mortem facit, sed sola consummat; tunc ad illam pervenimus, sed diu venimus.
While Seneca speaks of death, I adapted it for one of my characters to speak of the end of tyranny.
Ramblings 