When I was 16 I lived with my sister for a few months, which were among the best of my life. She was in university and I'd moved in to help her take care of her infant so she wouldn't have to drop out.
Anyway, at her university library she got me a book on Cicero. I remember at one point, Cicero in the book travels around asia minor or somewhere trying to collect evidence to make the case for a client. However, he comes to the conclusion later on that facts and evidence don't really matter so much, as creating a compelling narrative.
It was nonfiction! In fact, it was in that library 15 years ago, and I think they have a website... However, after a brief search it seems they have a lot of books on Cicero.
I was obsessed with Rome (thanks to my high school Latin class) and the name Cicero seemed so cool and elegant to me.
I remember I'd stay up all night reading it. But I was such an idiot. At the break of dawn, I'd throw seeds at passersby beneath the window (high window) and yell I AM ELZIO REX OF THE BRITTTOOOONNSSS until my sister yelled at me to stop.
Anyway, at her university library she got me a book on Cicero. I remember at one point, Cicero in the book travels around asia minor or somewhere trying to collect evidence to make the case for a client. However, he comes to the conclusion later on that facts and evidence don't really matter so much, as creating a compelling narrative.