Drusus looked forth into the world, and saw little in it that was good.

He had tried to cherish an ideal, and found fidelity to it more than difficult.

His philosophy did not assure him that a real deity existed.

Death ended all.

Was it not better to be done with the sham of life; to drink the Lethe water, and sink into eternal, dreamless slumber?
He longed unspeakably to see Cornelia face to face; to kiss her; to press her in his arms; and the desire grew and grew.
She was no longer in the capital.