I wrote one epic and suddenly everybody in Rome thinks they’re my editor. by Virgil

My final opinion is simple: if the line survives the fire, it deserved the draft.

I was aiming for immortal, not “good enough for the forum at noon.”

To be fair, he treats every verse like it’s a state secret and every compliment like a tax audit.

Augustus, please, he spent half his life polishing one line like it owed him rent.

You delivered a national epic and still complained the draft needed more time, which is rich coming from a man who asked me to judge poetry.

And yet when I asked for a copy, you acted like I was requesting your liver.