I was mostly insensible, and, when I showed signs of consciousness, was delirious.

I recall nothing except a vague sense of endless pain, misery and horror.

I have no memory of anything that occurred on the road after I was hit on the head, nor of the first night at Vicus Novus nor of the second at Eretum.

I first came to myself about the tenth hour of the third day, when we were but a short distance from Rome and in full sight of it.

The view of Rome, from any eminence outside the city from which a view of it may be had, has always seemed to me the most glorious spectacle upon which a Roman may feast his eyes.