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The love of spectacles was the taste, or rather passion, of the syrians: the most skilful artists were procured form the adjacent cities; a considerable share of the revenue was devoted to the public amusements; and the magnificence of the games of the theatre and circus was considered as the happiness, and as the glory, of antioch.

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The Love Of Spectacles Was The Taste,

Edward Gibbon

The love of spectacles was the taste, or rather passion, of the syrians: the most skilful artists were procured form the adjacent cities; a considerable share of the revenue was devoted to the public amusements; and the magnificence of the games of the theatre and circus was considered as the happiness, and as the glory, of antioch.

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Taste governs every free - as opposed to rote - human response. nothing is more decisive. there is taste in people, visual taste, taste in emotion - and there is taste in acts, taste in morality. intelligence, as well, is really a kind of taste: taste in ideas.

If julian had flattered himself that his personal connexion with the capital of the east would be productive of mutual satisfaction to the prince and people, he made a very false estimate of his own character, and of the manners of antioch. the warmth of the climate disposed the natives to the most intemperate enjoyment of tranquillity and opulence; and the lively licentiousness of the greeks was blended with the hereditary softness of the syrians.

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