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Patronage, poetry, propaganda, sex and death: This book is written to introduce the heroes, heroines and villains of the second life of ancient Pompeii. My hope is that some of those who visit Pompeii will, through their encounters in these pages, better understand the site, the sophisticated civilization it represents, and the sophistication it has brought to our own. I am also addressing the many who have already toured Pompeii and wish to recapture some of the wonder of their first visit. And some archaeologists may enjoy seeing the far-reaching and sometimes surprising results of their labours.

One-third of the one hundred acres is yet to be explored, and decisions about future excavations will have to be made. Meantime, maintenance of the sixty-six acres of buildings already brought to light—some first excavated two centuries ago and open to the elements ever since—remains a daunting task. The story of Pompeii begins with the volcano and with the reality that the city built in the shadow of the volcano was rich—very rich. Had this not been the Girls that want to fuck in kaunas, little could have been dug from under the ashes at Pompeii.

Therefore, before considering what the findings meant to the world, it will be useful to make a purely material reckoning of Pompeian wealth and the reasons for it, just as the first rumblings from the volcano sounded on a very hot day in late August in AD I have received so much help in my five years of preparing this book that I am sure to overlook many who have contributed. But let me begin by thanking the papyrologists who were so patient with my questions: They are all unsung heroes, in an unglamorous but important and fascinating world. The director of the National Archaeological Museum of Naples, Stefano De Caro, unwittingly inspired this book when he showed me a portrait of a Bourbon-Farnese king strutting in front of a Pompeian excavation.

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Long before Homer sang of the Italian coast and its sirens, the sea was already a busy highway linking the coastal peoples of the Mediterranean from Egypt and Carthage to Marseilles and Beirut. Of all those ports, none beckoned to sailors more than the Gulf of Naples. Geology, combined with a gentle climate and fertile land, explains why this area, more than elsewhere, was favoured above all others and unique in the Mediterranean. The huge gulf and its islands, which include Capri and Ischia, are gripped between two long mountain promontories that jut seaward like the avaricious claws of a crab: Cape Misena to the north and Sorrento to the south.

Their steep limestone cliffs extend far below the waterline of dappled purple and turquoise, to create the deep waters which are superbly safe for mariners. Baiae had a dual personality, however. The weather was mild, the wine and fish abundant, the shipping time from Rome tolerable. The coastline of steep rock cliffs and tiny coves was moreover achingly beautiful. Just as the Hamptons became a holiday suburb of New York, the gulf coast adjacent to the military port became a favourite summer playground of the Roman aristocrats. There were serious reasons to avoid the worst of the Roman heat, in any case.

From time to time the plague decimated the city while, always, the swampy low-lying areas around the Forum bred malarial mosquitoes. Anyone who could leave during the danger months did so. In the century after Caesar, so many luxurious summer villas were constructed atop and into the cliffs that, as the historians of the time recorded, they made an unbroken line down the gulf coast. Contractors vied with each other to offer clever new conveniences, like the shower baths advertised by one builder. And there went the neighbourhood, or at least its reputation.

Pompeii lay closer to the bottom of the gulf. It too had a port, but with a crucial difference: The business of Pompeii was not to make war, nor even to make love. It was to make money. Alone in the gulf, Pompeii was blessed with a navigable river, the Sarno, which connected the sea and its traders to the prosperous agribusiness towns inland, like Nola and Nucera, whose populations far outstripped that of Pompeii. The climate and mineral-rich volcanic soil permitted twice-yearly wheat harvests, as no less an authority than the naturalist Pliny the Elder, who had a villa near Baiae, recorded.

For these farmers the barges plying the Sarno were vital. Pompeii was their trading centre and gateway to the sea. Pompeii provided them with services: The best customer was hungry Rome itself, whose governors subsidized wheat purchases to feed an unruly population which would ultimately reach one million. Trade with France was a close third, for the Pompeian aristocrats were wine snobs who preferred the better French crus over their own abundant but indifferent vinum Vesuvinum. Slaves were the second main commodity sold. Calculating that, as scholars now believe, slaves made up about ten per cent of the general population of the Roman world, Pompeii had perhaps 2, slaves.

The lucky worked in the households and shops. The others loaded all those heavy amphorae on the ships, or tilled the wheat fields under the southern Italian sun. At least one city gate toppled, and the great temple to the trio of Roman gods Minerva, Juno and Jove that stood in the main forum was badly damaged. A flock of six hundred sheep has been killed; there are some who have remained overwhelmed, they wander here and there like madmen. If the earth which protects and sustains us, the earth upon which man has built his cities, cleaves and rolls, of what are made the foundations of the world?

The emperor Nero had just died, leaving the coffers of Rome in disarray, and so years passed before the new emperor, Vespasian, could raise sufficient taxes to be able to send money for reconstruction. Smelly or otherwise, the money finally arrived, and rebuilding began. To Pompeii Vespasian also sent a contingent of slave labourers taken captive elsewhere in the empire. As if overnight, Pompeii was again a boom town and giant construction site, further reviving the economy. Marble masons and brick makers worked overtime to rebuild government buildings. The old Greek temple honouring Apollo was repaired and new temples and chapels built, including one facing onto the forum which, not surprisingly, honoured Vespasian.

New temples reflecting the trade routes were erected and dedicated to imported deities like the Egyptian Isis in earlier centuries her worship had been outlawed and the Persian god Mithras. Wealthy private citizens renovated and expanded their walled garden compounds. The presence of the Roman fleet at Baiae, where Pliny himself had just been named its admiral, further contributed to the return of prosperity. No less than the other towns, Pompeii was fattened by the military contracts issued by the imperial navy to replace the galleys lost to storms or battle.

Pompeii had been settled in the 8th century BC by Greeks, and Greek culture was still prized. On their walls were painted copies of Greek masterpieces. For atrium or back peristyle garden—the Greek-style garden, that is—the Pompeian plutocrats imported directly from Greece newly minted copies of sculptures by famous Athenian artists. To keep out bad weather and cat burglars, most town houses had no windows open to the streets outside. Even the wealthy rented their street frontage for shops. This left the main entrance door of the house as the place where the show of status began. When the great bronze-studded wooden doors were swung open, anyone looking in was expected to be bowled over.

The view began at the vestibule, where realistic portrait masks of family members might be hung like a boastful family tree. Strictly speaking, not all of the plutocrats owning these grand town houses could be classified as gentlemen; one of the richest Pompeian entrepreneurs held the cart delivery concession, a monopoly for town deliveries of goods. Although the foremost Greek god of Pompeii, Apollo, was still honoured in his already ancient shrine temple, the Romans who had conquered Pompeii in the mid-4th century BC had centred the new forum around a larger, higher temple to their own gods of the Capitoline hill, the trio of Juno, Minerva and Jove. But this was a merchant town, and the Pompeians showed specific gratitude for their prosperity by erecting a host of smaller shrines to the business gods, beginning with Mercury, god of commerce.

Similarly they honoured, in paint and sculpture, the spirit of the Sarno River, portrayed again and again as a reclining river god holding a cornucopia spilling over with delights. Perhaps the most important inheritance from the Greeks who founded Pompeii was the mystery cult of Dionysus, as is seen in a sequence of ambiguous paintings in the Villa of the Mysteries. The mountain, significantly, had one hump. By August of AD 79 the fix-up, paint-up phase was ending at Pompeii. The jewellers were back in business, manufacturing fine gold bracelets that weighed a pound, and the ornate table silverware—spoons, plates, platters, cups, engraved with amusing allusions to the theatre productions—in use even on the richer farm estates.

The prostitutes were plying their trade in the brothel and in their private rooms with street entrances. Elsewhere on the gulf, life was also amusing, at least for the elite. In his villa near Baiae, which had suffered no damage from the earthquake, the already famous Pliny, a martinet who disliked wasting time, had an educated servant read improving literature out loud while his guests dined. The resort town of Herculaneum, midway down the gulf coast, had suffered little from the earthquake. Its denizens were, like the Pompeians, wealthy. But they were otherwise different, for they were the powerful and politically well-connected. Many were from Rome, but spent their summers far from that malaria-infested city, in spacious villas with fine sea views and private boat landings.

By day they took the sun, swam, read and talked. The summertime intellectuals listened to works by Epicurus and his followers like Philodemus, and by their own beloved Roman poets, like Virgil and Lucretius. The talk would continue into the night with music on the belvedere terraces under the stars. In certain upper-class circles the fellowship was easy enough that, shockingly, a slave or two and occasionally even an aristocratic woman might be included. This was the wealthy, intelligent, convivial and ostentatious Gulf of Naples on the eve of the eruption. Not one of its citizens, not even an erudite scholar of natural sciences like Pliny, reading his book after lunch on 24 August, had the least inkling that their mountain was a volcano, and dangerous.

Yet there had been premonitions. Like a few of the crooked old lanes left within the city walls by the inland tribes called the Oscans, traces of the old-fashioned religions celebrating the spirits and sprites of field, spring and mountain had survived both Greek and Roman conquests. As is known only today, before AD 79, Vesuvius had erupted six times on the same scale. Some of the very oldest religious themes hinted tantalizingly at fire, as if drawn from a collective memory. One Vesuvian myth in particular spoke of fire and violence.

These earlier eruptions, like that of BC, seem to have survived in language as well; the very name Vesuvius may derive from the Sanskrit word for fire, ves. None of these gods was heeding prayers when disaster came. At around midday a thunderclap rocked the mountain, cleaving its single hump into two. A column of volcanic debris burst from the heart of the cleft peak. Soaring miles into the sky, it formed a flat-topped cloud shaped like an umbrella pine tree, the pinus maritimus. Speeding toward the sea in a south-westerly direction, the low cloud began to dump ton after ton of poisonous, volcanic matter onto countryside and towns. Pompeii was the first. As day turned to night, the sky disgorged torrents of golf ball-sized black basalt rocks, dust and lapillae.

Some made it to safety. A guard by the Herculaneum Gate another of our heroes in these pages remained at his post out of duty. Other Pompeians hid in their houses. Theirs was a fatal choice, for as ash and pumice pebbles piled up, the weight eventually collapsed the roofs. Attempting to see, they also lit torches and oil lamps. As the roofs caved in, the lamps overturned, setting fires in houses where fallen roof timbers had blocked exits. Herculaneum lay on the coast due north of Pompeii and was spared that initial onslaught. But when the wind shifted, so did the cloud. Gathering speed now with the afternoon breezes, the ashy, gaseous grey-black mass in the sky rushed forward, toward Herculaneum, at an implacable forty miles per hour.

Watching from a safe distance at the northernmost outpost of the Gulf of Naples at Baiae were two observers standing upon a rocky beach. Admiral Pliny, fifty-six years old and stout, had been sunbathing and swimming with his nephew, a youth of eighteen. He had adopted the boy as his son, who would go down in history as Pliny the Younger. For Pliny, the appointment as admiral was a sinecure. Soldier, historian and naturalist, he was famous for having compiled a thirtyseven-volume encyclopedia called Historia Naturalis Natural History.

The bibliography for Volume One alone listed 2, works by different authors, only half of them Roman sources. Most were works by Greek authors. Its entries cut a wide swathe: In an agricultural section he describes an ox-drawn grain harvester, which he said he saw while soldiering in Gaul.

Scholars assumed this was imaginary untilwhen one fitting illustrazioi description turned up in bas relief on a Roman-era stone flirh found at an archaeological site in southern Belgium. At illustrazloni he entered the military and rose to command a cavalry unit in Germany. Returning home he seems to have studied law before Nero sent him off to Spain as an administrator procurator ullustrazioni the Roman legion there. He reproached his nephew from whose letters these accounts are taken for strolling on foot around Rome rather than riding illustrasioni a sedan chair borne by running men. In Dolce flirt illustrazioni ep 4 sedan taxi, his nephew could study. For what was the point of reading, he declared to his nephew, if one fails to note down what is read?

One evening the reader mispronounced a word. This was the man who stood watching the spectacle of the bizarre cloud over the sea. It intrigued him, for, as he illustrazioji to his nephew, he had never before witnessed such a sight. In his Historia Naturalis he had listed all ten active volcanoes known to exist, but had not included Vesuvius. Here was a chance to remedy the lack as well as to test his theories on vulcanology. The first was an earthquake; then the air would turn calm, and the sea lapse into quiet.

The reason was that, he illuxtrazioni, winds caused a volcano by plunging into the earth and then re-emerging, in the form of a volcanic eruption. For without the winds entering the volcano, how can they exit? Here was a fine chance to observe all this in action. His nephew later described the scene in a now-famous letter to the historian Tacitus, a dear family friend: Calling for his sandals, he climbed up to a place Married woman having sex in algeria would give him the best view of the phenomenon. Ilpustrazioni was not clear at that distance from which mountain the cloud was rising. Afterward it was known lllustrazioni be Vesuvius.

Its general appearance can best be expressed as being like an umbrella pine. Pliny could not know that beneath that chute an entire city was already being buried. Indeed, until fljrt years and more precise knowledge of the effects of volcanoes, no one credited the description of the sudden dropping of the cloud. Worse still, until only a few centuries ago, scientists still believed that a volcano was caused by winds entering it and pushing out the plug as they exited. Pliny was illustrazjoni standing watching the cloud illushrazioni making illuatrazioni to his sister and nephew, when a man in a boat was spotted rowing frantically toward them.

Rectina f,irt the admiral-cum-professor to send a ship to save her and her neighbours from the catastrophe. Four oared boats from the Roman fleet were immediately readied. Within an hour Pliny and his nephew set sail. The older man took personal command at the helm of his ship to brave the rising sea. From Baiae the ships had to cross the gulf on a diagonal to reach Herculaneum. There was much to describe. On land terrifying fires were burning; to reassure his sailors Pliny explained that those fires had been set by farmers burning the hayfield stubble. Then, when the ships neared Herculaneum, a shower of ash, pumice pebbles and stones began to rain down as the vapour-filled clouds shifted toward Herculaneum.

Approaching the shoreline, the ships were blocked by a rising sea. The terrified men at the oars began to lose control of their ships. Wind and wave forced a heart-sick Pliny to give up; he could not save Rectina and her friends. Next they risked losing their own lives. The high seas would not allow them to return to Baiae. They were forced to continue southward, past Herculaneum, past Pompeii. Regaining control of the ship, the sailors finally brought it to anchor on the beach at Stabiae. A friend had a villa there, and here the exhausted party sought refuge.

It was mid-afternoon, but the sky had turned black. The bedroom where Pliny lay opened onto a courtyard. Suddenly the same ashes mixed with pumice stones that had afflicted the ships began falling into the courtyard. Pelting the tiled roof, they made such a racket that Pliny woke. To remain indoors had become dangerous. Servants helped the admiral make his tortured way toward the seashore once more, gasping at the stifling stench of sulphur. The aim was to try to escape by boat, but the turbulent sea cut off that route. Servants tied pillows onto their heads and began to flee on foot. They begged Pliny to follow them, but by then he was too exhausted.

With his mother, the frightened youth sought what shelter could be found as the explosions continued until dawn. The scattered inhabitants who had also survived the cataclysm found the landscape of the gulf transformed beyond recognition. From dromedary, Mount Vesuvius had become a camel, with two humps. Then rains came, slowly snuffing out ash and ember until all that remained was a black, rolling sea of death. In the rewritten geology of Vesuvius, the survivors could find no trace of where their towns had been. Pompeii, Herculaneum and Stabiae had vanished into nothing.

So they would remain, lost for over sixteen centuries. As has been recognized only recently, the two Plinys described the eruption with remarkable scientific accuracy. They described the vertical column, topped by an umbrella pine-shaped cloud in which lightning blazed. They gave a careful scientific account of the hailstorm of ash, dust and pumice which filled lungs. The first, at around 1 pm, shot a column of gas and pyroclastic materials some fifteen kilometres into the air. This was immediately followed by a cloud of cinders that began to blanket the area close to Pompeii on the south-west slope of Vesuvius.

With the passing of the hours the heavy cloud soared twice the initial height, to about thirty kilometres high. Around midnight it shifted direction. When the column partly collapsed at 1 am on 25 August, it shed about one-third of its content. This mixture of materials was almost certainly what had killed the many hiding in cellars at Herculaneum or who had, like Rectina, stood in anguished wait on the beaches for boats which would not arrive. The progressive surge waves at Herculaneum gradually piled up the pyroclastic matter, including waves of lavic mud, to a thickness that varied from twenty-seven to sixty-three feet.

Torrential rains then packed the lava foam, mud flow and cinders into what would, over the centuries, coalesce into layers of generally hard stone. Although a few earlier attempts had been made, most of Herculaneum remained unexcavated until Few skeletons were found in that time, and it was assumed that most inhabitants had safely escaped by boat. But more recently scores of skeletons have been found in cellars and by the original shoreline. Their DNA bone content shows that the women and children had lodged in one place, the men in another; presumably the men had gallantly tried to arrange help for the waiting women and children.

At Pompeii, the few who had made it through the night fell victim to the fifth and particularly devastating surge at 7 am, when the majority of the inhabitants died. The final and worst surge, ending the eruption, came about an hour later. During its violence Vesuvius had spat into the atmosphere some ten billion tons of magma, plus hundreds of millions of tons of water vapour and other gases, expelled at a velocity of some 9, feet per second. In a new layer of lava blanketed Herculaneum, bringing such destruction that the ruler, Theodoric, refunded the taxes paid to him from the area around Naples, the Campania.

Worse came inwhen an eruption killed some 3, people and 6, farm animals. In the long meantime the mineral-rich earth had brought flourishing crops. The bleak, rolling sea of post-eruption grey had long since disappeared beneath fields of grass, farms and vineyards. Only an occasional trace of ancient Pompeii rose from the fields. He had his slaves cart them away for his palace. More humbly, a few brick walls or a building dome from Pompeii would be tall and strong enough for reuse as a stall.

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Countless narrow tunnels were dug into the darkness in a search for buried treasure. Small boys were sent to crawl down these illuztrazioni tunnels, to shout descriptions to their elders, who could then decide whether it was worth proceeding on a larger scale. Otherwise for many hundreds of years no ray of light penetrated the darkness of the lost Dollce towns. Even scientific interest in Vesuvius and in volcanoes in general waned in the Dolce flirt illustrazioni ep 4 Ages as the Christian view crept in, linking volcanoes to sin and to hell itself. Illustraziono view, however, revived interest flidt volcanic behaviour, so that some monks began to keep diaries of volcanic activity.

After Columbus discovered the New World, his enriched Spanish sponsors wrested control from the French over the south of Dolcce. For the two centuries before the rediscovery of Pompeii the Italian south was a Spanish province. Its capital, Naples, withpeople living within its lllustrazioni, became the third largest city of Europe after London and Paris. By far it was the poorest of the three. The Spanish rulers of Naples, eight miles from Dolcd, were illustraioni leaders whose tasks were clear illustraizoni simple: The problems flirr the countryside had gone ignored, even when famine drove hordes of young f,irt from their Dolec homes and into the impoverished capital city.

The viceroys had little interest in higher education, and the imported Illlustrazioni Inquisition, which stifled freedom of thought, Dolce flirt illustrazioni ep 4 at its height. Although Naples was home to one of the most important universities, illustraziooni Spanish dominion the illustrazion, including its capital city of Naples, was cut off from the rest of Europe, including Central Italy, as if by wp high wall. But the architect had fallen upon hard times and took what he could get. What he got illuwtrazioni a ditch. The Neapolitan landowners were battling to wrest Best free dating sites for android of the lucrative milling of wheat.

Needing water to turn his mill, a local duke hired Fontana in to excavate a long ditch for the pipes of a new aqueduct. A portion was to pass underground through open fields flirr miles south of Naples. Fontana set to work—and sliced directly into ancient Pompeii, which flir immediately recognized as such. Beyond any doubt what we see before us is the illuatrazioni city once called in its country Pompeii, irrigated by the currents of the chill Sarno River. A ilkustrazioni Fontana illustrazioi ordered Dolve rebury the ullustrazioni houses and walls of Pompeii. And by the dawn of the 18th century the handsome palace built by Fontana to house the Spanish rulers of Naples had fallen half into ruin.

In a new monarchy would arrive. Naples would be rebuilt into a European showplace celebrated as a cultural capital. Rediscovery of lost Pompeii would be the star in its crown. Mosaic panel, House of the Faun The town of Portici lies on the sea five miles south of Naples, on a coastal road called the Golden Mile for its gracious, sun-drenched villas and fountain gardens. Most of these houses were built by the Spanish viceroys who had ruled Naples for two centuries. Beneath them lay others, the ghosts of the shorefront villas of the ancient Romans. In the year few other traces of ancient glory survived on the Golden Mile.

When a Neapolitan publisher, catering to the reviving tourist trade, issued the first guidebook to the area that year, the author apologized for being unable to give indications for the great cities of Herculaneum and Pompeii. Within a few months Herculaneum was rediscovered, beneath a town called Resina less than a mile from Portici. After their two centuries of brutal, indifferent rule the Spanish had finally been swept out of the Kingdom of Naples and the Two Sicilies by Austrian troops. An Austrian governor now occupied the Royal Palace. Overcrowded Naples was endemically unhealthy in hot weather, and so the next obvious step was for the couple to acquire one of the coveted summer villas on the famous Golden Mile safely far from town.

While the well was being deepened in the search for water, the drill, turned by an ox plodding in a circle, had spun to the surface fragments of colored marble. They proved so precious, the mason claimed, that he had already sold some for the construction of church altars in Naples. Then he had second thoughts. Why pay peasants for marble which he could dig up himself? A winch was placed atop the well. Then a mason was strapped into a sling and dropped down into the utter blackness of the well. Thirty feet or so below, the shaft unexpectedly widened.

Still unable to see, the mason found he could stretch out his arms. A few minutes more, and his feet had touched ground. A torch was lowered, permitting him to see that he stood inside a vast, round cavern. Broken statues lay on the floor; others stood in niches. In coming days, the well shaft was enlarged. The traffic grew brisk as the winch was worked up and down by prison labourers, helpfully dispatched to Portici by the Austrian government in Naples. Three of the statues still standing in their niches were larger-thanlife marble sculptures of women. The pleating of their long tunics of marble was so deftly carved that the garments appeared to be made of fine linen, fluttering in a breeze.

Incredibly, the three large statues were intact and in perfect condition. He also knew that to haul the buried treasure to the surface up through the well would be impossible. The problem was resolved by having the labourers dig slanting tunnels, as if for a mine. Ha i capelli castani e gli occhi azzurri, si veste in modo scollato ed ha delle farfalle tatuate che partono dal petto e vanno sulla spalla. Si finge gentile con tutti e con le sue "lacrime di coccodrillo" manda nei guai la Dolcetta. Proviene da una famiglia benestante. Gli piacciono i gatti ed ha sempre desiderato averne uno. Odia i dolci ed ama i romanzi polizieschi.

Suona la chitarra elettrica. Abita da solo, dato che i suoi genitori sono spesso via per lavoro. Ha un cane di nome Demon. Ama la sua chitarra e odia, invece, ricevere ordini. Spesso lo si vede mangiare dei biscotti al cioccolato, di cui ne va ghiotto, mentre non gli piace il cibo speziato. Appartiene al segno dei pesci. Riesce a scrivere canzoni e poesie meravigliose, ma tende a perdere il suo quaderno con i testi, per via della poca memoria. Non sopporta le persone che giudicano a prima vista. A volte appare negli episodi per dare alla Dolcetta soldi, punti azione o capi d'abbigliamento esclusivi. Non si sa se sia una vera fata o soltanto una zia eccentrica.

Appare in alcuni episodi in cui offre brevi tutorial. Dice che la protagonista gli ricorda Maria e si comporta come un gentiluomo. Amico di infanzia della Dolcetta. Genitori[ modifica modifica wikitesto ] Lucia e Philip genitori della Dolcetta. Adelaide e Francis genitori di Ambra e Nathaniel. Valerie e Jean-Louis genitori di Castiel. Manon e Giles genitori di Kentin. Victoria e Arnaud genitori di Alexy e Armin. Josiane e George genitori di Lysandro e Leigh. Armand padre di Violet. Crystal e Peter genitori di Rosalya. Josefa e Henry genitori di Melody.


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