““One evening we were exploring the Baths of Caracalla together, while debating the question of merit or demerit in human behaviour and its rewards in life. As I was propounding some outrageous thesis or another in answer to the strictly orthodox and pious views put forward by him, his foot slipped and the next moment he was lying in a bruised condition at the bottom of a steep ruined staircase. 'Look at that for divine justice,' I said, helping him onto his feet. 'I blaspheme, you fall.' This irreverence, accompanied by roars of laughter, apparently went to far, and thenceforth all religious arguments were banned.””
