Wednesday, June 9, 2010

OK, yes, I'm 8 years old.....

Sister Rose and I visited a really fascinating museum today - La Musée Saint-Raymond- which houses artifacts of Roman Toulouse. It was splendid and perhaps I (or Rose) will write more about it, but among the intellectually fascinating things was one little tiny thing that I must share. There was a bust of a Roman general named: Quintus Fufius Calenus.

I can't say Quintus Fufius without giggling.

And it doesn't help that he was (according to Wiki) 'instumental in helping Publius Clodius after he profaned the Bona Dea.'

If you are a mature, deeply intellectual and non-giggling sort of person, and you want to know more about him, you can read about him in Wiki by clicking here.

Note: This is not a picture of the real Quintus Fufius, who died 2000 years ago. This is simply a model dressed in some vaguely Roman military outfit.

Hey - I just thought -does the name 'Quintius' mean there were 4 other Fufius's before him - Unius, Dueis, Tertius, Quartius?

(falls on floor laughing).

1 comment:

Vivi said...

"I have a vewy gweat fwiend in Wome named Biggus Dickus."

Snicker snicker. Which reminds me of, "All right, but apart from the sanitation, medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, the fresh water system and public health, what have the Romans ever done for us?"

Ah, good times. Good times.