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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Plutarch's Lives by A. H. Clough: Jupiter. The horsemen, as they passed by, some of them threw away
their garlands, others stopped, weeping, and casting sorrowful
looks towards the prison doors, and all the citizens whose minds
were not absolutely debauched by spite and passion, or who had any
humanity left, acknowledged it to have been most impiously done,
not, at least, to let that day pass, and the city so be kept pure
from death and a public execution at the solemn festival. But as
if this triumph had been insufficient, the malice of Phocion's
enemies went yet further; his dead body was excluded from burial
within the boundaries of the country, and none of the Athenians
could light a funeral pile to burn the corpse; neither durst any
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