Only once will someone take a false oath, then you shouldn’t believe it, at least he swore by several gods Marcus Tullius Cicero I was carried, not by a flock of ravens inside, not by thousands of rustling cockroaches at a feast of leftovers, but by a dull pain inside the skull, a silent sound from the larynx, like the moon among similar ones, not allowing me to sleep, inexplicably, but it was so and it was not just the wind that brought the infection...