Caesar may have had our heads for this one back in the day, especially considering that during Greco-Roman times nobody smoked. Not even Hannibal smoked. No, sir, not at all. Not even extra mild Silk Cut.
Smoking was not part of that idealised antiquity. When Julius Caesar landed in Britain and proclaimed “Veni! Vidi! Vici!,” he didn’t then proceed to light up a Marlboro. And when Cleopatra unrolled herself from the carpet in which she had been carried into Caesar’s chamber in Alexandria, she didn’t jump up and say, “I brought you some baccy.” And when Propertius was composing poetry to Golden Cynthia, he wasn’t furiously smoking roll-ups as he pounded away on his typewriter. No. You don’t find busts of Pompey or Crassus with fags stuck in their mouths either.
Even if you watch a movie like Gladiator (with Russell Crowe), Maximus doesn’t smoke. Neither does Marcus Aurelius. Nor Commodus. Nor anyone else. There was No Smoking in Antiquity. No, really.
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