Which Roman Are You?
Because haven't you always wondered where you'll be when Vesuvius blows?
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How's your Latin? |
Like a native
I have a bit. Tempus edax rerum. Res ipsa loquitur. Viae Romanae sunt antiquae. Stat.
It's all Greek to me
I may or may not be one, but I speak it like a Patrician
As good as my Greek, my Aramaic, my Hebrew . . .
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Hair? |
I don't have time to think about it
I spend most of my morning getting it just right
Check it out, carpet matches the drapes
My curls make me strong
I know, I know, get a haircut
Only my hairdresser knows for sure
Next question, please
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Children? |
Hoping for as many as possible
I want or have a few
I have some . . . probably . . . somewhere . . .
. . . are my jewels
I'd like to pass my knowledge on to the next generation, perhaps through others' children
Get off my lawn!
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Breakfast? |
I'll take it in the formal dining room
I could whip up a nice porridge with honey for you
I'll have that porridge, and also fig rolls, sticky buns, picked fish, and a light wine
On second thought, I'll just have the wine
You should try the sausage rolls
Who has time?
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Dreams? |
I want to prove myself to my family
I want to prove myself to my country
I want to prove myself to myself
I just want find the right person and to settle down
I'm content with what I have
I could use a little more
I'll never get what I want. Life sucks.
Too many. It's way too crowded in my head.
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Love is . . . ? |
. . . everything
. . . possible, if you're lucky
. . . unnecessary for a productive partnership
. . . overrated
. . . lust dressed up
. . . good exercise
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Marcus Antonius (the famous one)? |
Gigolo
Scoundrel
Monster
Maligned
Role Model
Gave that speech we had to learn in school, right? Or was that Brutus?
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Bears? |
Foes
Friends
Family
Fun, at a distance
Rugs
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Women? |
No more capable of managing their own lives than a child, but useful for childbearing and political alliances
Have to know how to work the system
Definitely the opposite sex
I'll take two
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Gods? |
Just the one, thank you
Out there, somewhere
Deep and Dark and Dangerous
Watch over me
Useful partners
Could stand to mind their own business
No thanks
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When the mountain blows, I will be . . . |
Making sure my loved ones are safe—first and foremost
Organising the populace to escape in an orderly fashion—my loved ones are smart enough to manage on their own
Heading into the danger zone—to carry people out
Grabbing some coins and running—I'll need money for necessities
Just running—I'll figure out something later
Hiding someplace with solid walls—and trusting in my god of choice
Living in another city—that mountain always looked funny to me
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