JUVENAL Juvenal on Rome Now consider the dangers of night: Tiles fall from the rooftop and crack you on the head; and the drunken hooligan, spoiling for a fight, cannot rest without a brawl. What can you do when a raving madman confronts you? Or tenants throw their broken pots out the window. You're courting disaster if you go to dinner before writing your will." (Juvenal, Satire III) "Our apartment block is a tottering ruin. The building manager props it up with slender poles and plasters over the gaping cracks. Then, he bids us sleep safe and sound in this wretched death trap." (Juvenal, Satire III) "I would love to live where there are no fears in the dark of night. Even now I smell fire and hear a neighbour cry out for water as he struggles to save his measly belongings. Smoke pours out from the third story as flames move upwards. But the poor wretch who lives at the top with a leaking roof and roosting birds is oblivious to the danger and sure to burn." (Juvenal, Satire III)