Here was perfect calm right in the middle of chaos. Here was a soul that deserved to live forever — a man who used his own death as a way to discover truth. Even at life's final moment, he turned his last breath into an experiment. He didn't just keep learning until he died. He learned something from death itself. No one has ever lived the philosopher's life more completely. I won't rush past this great man who deserves our respect. I want to pass your memory down to future generations, you noble soul. You were the greatest among all the victims of Caligula.
Here was peace in the very midst of the storm: here was a soul worthy of eternal life, which used its own fate as a proof of truth, which when at the last step of life experimented upon his fleeting breath, and did not merely continue to learn until he died, but learned something even from death itself. No man has carried the life of a philosopher further. I will not hastily leave the subject of a great man, and one who deserves to be spoken of with respect: I will hand thee down to all posterity, thou most noble heart, chief among the many victims of Gaius.