To the young Catullus, Rome was a golden nightmare: vast and teeming and viciously corrupt. But this center of the crumbling Republic was also the setting for his own self-destroying search for perfection in love. For in Rome reigned Clodia, the Lesbia of his poems--enigmatic, beautiful, and depraved.
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To the young Catullus, Rome was a golden nightmare: vast and teeming and viciously corrupt. But this center of the crumbling Republic was also the setting for his own self-destroying search for perfection in love. For in Rome reigned Clodia, the Lesbia of his poems--enigmatic, beautiful, and depraved.
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