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Originally Posted by sun surfer
I had thought that the club might pick one of these older periods every few years to intermittently give itself even more of a challenge.
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Reading your thoughts I realized, that I have no idea, from which parts of the worlds "ancient" literature exists. So thank you for the inspiration to look for some information , what already seems to be a challenge by it's own.
I stumbled upon an exerpt of a "novel"(from a not surprising part of the world) that made me smile
, and I was astonished to see, when it was written. I hope you don't mind, that I share it here.
If you like, try to guess and check out in the spoiler
The thing was getting positively sickening, when Trimalchio, now in a
state of disgusting intoxication, commanded a new diversion, a company of
horn-blowers, to be introduced; and then stretching himself out along
the edge of a couch on a pile of pillows, "Make believe I am dead,"
he ordered. "Play something fine." Then the horn-blowers struck up a
loud funeral dirge. In particular one of these undertaker's men,
the most conscientious of the lot, blew so tremendous a fanfare he
roused the whole neighborhood. Hereupon the watchman in charge of the
surrounding district, thinking Trimalchio's house was on fire, suddenly
burst open the door, and rushing in with water and axes, started the
much admired confusion usual under such circumstances. For our part,
we seized the excellent opportunity thus offered, snapped our fingers
in Agamemnon's face, and rushed away helter-skelter just as if we were
escaping from a real conflagration.