A pert servant, Master Samwise. It’s always good to have somebody keeping an eye on your public image. Yes Felix: a shave, a new tunic, and a dove/pigeon message for the gods.
He’s in the Big City now, and he’s not a tradesman, common labourer, or foreigner–if he wants to look respectable, he’ll wrap himself in all that uncomfortable, hot, sweaty, confining, clumsy fabric.
Not much different than today. If a man wants to look respectable must wear a woolen suit plus tie. One of the main reasons why women freeze to death in offices with air conditioning.
I’ve always perceived that even if I’m wearing a suit, scarf, and tights offices are kept too cold for about half the people in them. (Then I have to add gloves and a woolly scarf and a space heater and maybe one of those hats with the fox ears and ear flaps with a couple of fuzzy pompons.) We should all have office togas to wrap in. We should start a fad.
The infomercial would be a lot less scary than that one for tights printed to sort of look like jeans. :0
I used to joke that all the trash cans were plastic so we couldn’t light fires to keep warm in summer.
The office got more and more casual as the division circled the drain faster and faster, but I still kept a wool shirt and a heavy sportcoat in my cube. Shorts were allowed on Fridays in summer, but that would have been like beachwear in a meat locker for me.
I love the look on Iusta’s face in panel two: clearly she’s suddenly forced to ponder the scope of the project she’s just taken on and perhaps feeling a trifle intimidated by the amount of work ahead…
And that’s was what was so great; in a single detail in a part of one panel you managed to convey all that plus Iusta’s growing understanding that such a relationship can be a pretty big, scary, wonderful, complicated thing.
Great response Felix! It left poor Iusta flustered at the implication of what she said. She will keep him busy!
Yes Felix, you’re unkempt. You need a shave and a new tunic and perhaps a toga as well.
I wonder what Felix told the dove so that it could reach the gods.
I had an echo of this scene at the back of my mind…
A pert servant, Master Samwise. It’s always good to have somebody keeping an eye on your public image. Yes Felix: a shave, a new tunic, and a dove/pigeon message for the gods.
Irenaeus is not the sort of servant who’s going to put up with trailing around behind a scruffy-looking nerfherder of a master.
Don’t forget the toga. Any self respecting Roman would use a toga.
He’s in the Big City now, and he’s not a tradesman, common labourer, or foreigner–if he wants to look respectable, he’ll wrap himself in all that uncomfortable, hot, sweaty, confining, clumsy fabric.
Not much different than today. If a man wants to look respectable must wear a woolen suit plus tie. One of the main reasons why women freeze to death in offices with air conditioning.
I’ve always perceived that even if I’m wearing a suit, scarf, and tights offices are kept too cold for about half the people in them. (Then I have to add gloves and a woolly scarf and a space heater and maybe one of those hats with the fox ears and ear flaps with a couple of fuzzy pompons.) We should all have office togas to wrap in. We should start a fad.
The infomercial would be a lot less scary than that one for tights printed to sort of look like jeans. :0
I used to joke that all the trash cans were plastic so we couldn’t light fires to keep warm in summer.
The office got more and more casual as the division circled the drain faster and faster, but I still kept a wool shirt and a heavy sportcoat in my cube. Shorts were allowed on Fridays in summer, but that would have been like beachwear in a meat locker for me.
Vibius’ girl? which one?
There was that one who wouldn’t unwrap her strophium at the brothel who Vibius made sure to call for when the town was evacuating. And several almost-wives (where the sons came from). The one from the brothel may be the only one who got safely away, or at least the only one whose whereabouts Felix currently knows.
Fly little dove, fly!
Meanhwile, Damon is getting in trouble.
I love the look on Iusta’s face in panel two: clearly she’s suddenly forced to ponder the scope of the project she’s just taken on and perhaps feeling a trifle intimidated by the amount of work ahead…
A bit of “this just turned into a real grown-up relationship with a real grown up, which I really am now too, and how exactly does that work?”
And that’s was what was so great; in a single detail in a part of one panel you managed to convey all that plus Iusta’s growing understanding that such a relationship can be a pretty big, scary, wonderful, complicated thing.
Well played. Very well played.