I just found out that the Ides of March is not so special after all. Perhaps for Julius Caesar it was, but in Roman times, the ides was just another way of saying the 15th day of the month. So, it’s one in a dozen. Not a big deal. However, I always feel a sense of weight on the Ides of March, like something significant and mysterious should happen.
Nothing does happen, but it’s the portent of an event that makes it interesting. I give credit to my high school English teacher for making that day stand out a little bit from
all of the other 15th’s. And to William Shakespeare, of course.
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