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When my namesake met the Emperor of Rome, she was about twenty-one years old. The legend is that she was smuggled into Julius Caesar's palace in Alexandria rolled up in a carpet, and carried into his presence slung over the shoulder of her trusted attendant Apollodorus. Undoubtedly, he was charmed and impressed by her determination to reach him, to see him in person and ask for his aid in securing her throne, and she was exhilarated by her daring and imagination in taking the great risk that she… Continue

I sit and wait for him to come, draped in silk, touched with rosewater, and surrounded by the aroma of honeysuckle and jasmine wafting in from the garden. I hear the sounds of crickets, and see the occasional lightning bug wander in from the verandah, and surrounded by water as the city is, I imagine I can also hear the currents of the great river and the occasional ship's horn blowing, signalling to another ship, another captain piloting his own vessel. And though when I am standing on the porc… Continue

"The story of Cleopatra is a story of crime. It is a narrative of the course and the consequences of unlawful love. In her strange and romantic history we see this passion portrayed with the most complete and graphic fidelity in all its influences and effects; its uncontrollable impulses, its intoxicating joys, its reckless and mad career, and the dreadful remorse and ultimate despair and ruin in which it always and inevitably ends." --Jacob Abbott, History of Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt (1899)

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