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Tonight, we use more racially insensitive accents, and we explore the connection between isolation and men becoming like unto the beasts. The

The There is the story of Italy, Rome, in all her triumphs.

The mother wolf stretched out in the green grotto of Mars, twin boys at her dugs who hung there frisky,

suckling without a fear as she with her lithe neck bent back stroking in each turn,

licked her wolf pups into shape with a mother's tongue.

Virgil's Aniae, book 8, lines 742 to 747.

If you haven't heard the story of Rome's founding myth, let me enlighten you.

Story goes, that Mars, the god of war, visited one of the virgin attendants of his temple,

whose name was Rea Sylvia.

The two conceived, and Rea bore twin boys whom she named Romulus and Remus. They were

born in Albalonga under the reign of the ancient king, Numitor. This king, seeing their divine

parentage, was threatened by the boys, and ordered they be exposed on the banks of the River

Tiber. This was done, and Rea resigned herself to their deaths.

But the boys did not die.

Instead, a she-wolf found the twins, and moved to pity,

nursed them until they were fully weaned.

Born of the god of war, raised by a wolf in the wild,

and brought through adolescence by a shepherd outside the city walls, Romulus and

Remus, but especially Romulus, went on to settle the seven hills of Rome. Their legendary story is

immortalized in innumerable carvings and statues, which depict the twin infants suckling at the

wolf's breast. Mythic indeed, or is it?

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